The golden ball fell below the horizon,
creating a beautiful site to gaze on
To silhouettes the buildings turned,
the torches lit with fire burned.
Palm trees speckled the white shore,
making a paradise one’s heart longs for.
Cool breezes cause the palm trees to wave
while surfers wait to catch one final wave.
Sounds of the hula fill the air,
and people relax without a care.
White powdery sand filled gaps between toes
leaves one left without any woes.
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