The White Sands of Boracay

Silk top beaches sprinkled with trees of palm,

White as pearls opposite the waters calm.


She whispers not a word through her natural decor,

She sits knowingly letting the world adore.


The sands of Boracay are pure and untouched,

It’s lover, the elder ocean only dreams of such.


She lets him touch her gently over time,

Soothe her, sing to her, the touch oh so fine.


When the tired sun rests it’s gentle light,

The white sands of Boracay whisper goodnight.


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