This is my ground
This is my ground, my barren land
With haunting beauty by the sea
With cinder paths that skirt the ocean
That breaks on weathered rocks below me.
The Spanish sun, like a Spanish lady
Must be treated with great care
Too much exposure is not healthy
Less is more with the Iberian one.
The air is filled with the finest spray
As the white waves reach the shore
And the thunder of the breakers
By night and day a constant roar.
A pleasure boat is gliding past
Dancing in a world all of its own
The sails are filling, the world is spinning
Waltzing to eternal time.
The sea is sparkling like a mirror
The evening sun refracts the light
It spreads it’s magic so sublimely
We are transported and enraptured.
The waves will wash us and transform us
Given time they cast their spell
Touching white clouds reaching heaven
Forgotten now our COVID hell.
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