Several years have passed and I still remember,
how the wind felt on my hair, as I stood looking at the sea...
The cold and blue Pacific crashing against the rocks the white foam, swirling around ambracing and leaving again..
Behind me, the virgin rain forest of pines and ferns still dripping clear rain drops their dark bark against the blue sky
Oh my land, I miss you so your snowed capped mountains reflecting the sunset your lakes,emerald jewels surrounded by ancient pines your arid sands and the night fog, the white salt plains and those starry nights...
Copyright ©2007 Sonia Paz Baron-Vine
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