The White Sands of Boracay

Silk top beaches sprinkled with trees of palm,

White as pearls opposite the waters calm.

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She whispers not a word through her natural decor,

She sits knowingly letting the world adore.

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The sands of Boracay are pure and untouched,

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

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She lets him touch her gently over time,

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

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When the tired sun rests it’s gentle light,

The white sands of Boracay whisper goodnight.

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