Be Poetic

She had discovered a good city and a good place to stay.
Waking up in the morning filled with confidence.
Filled with fresh water and clear skies.
She says the sun will come, it will bring heat and daisies, it will warm our broken hearts.
The golden sun has climbed her golden stairs, it had discovered a good city.
Salt in the air, sand in my hair, tied together with the classic smell of purity.
The day had darkened down with the ocean rim and called it a day.
We could still play outdoors everyday even until the day has dimmed.
The purple sunset slipped from Macau.
And bay and sky were sudden stars in California paradise.

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