This Is A Discovery

i may not tell you
that in this island
where i take my
long walks in the
morning, i discover
something nice,

i am at home with
myself and i am happy
seeing the vastness
of the white sands

white cotton clouds
resting on high cliffs
trees on top and birds
and a light tower

i think of myself
as another island now.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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