Delray Beach

Cotton candy clouds
Drifting 'cross an azure sky,
Palm trees swaying in the wind,
Where white seagulls fly,
Deep blue ocean, golden beaches,
Luscious gals in small bikinis
Passing by...
Gads, isn't quite nice,
To spend those easy days
In Delray's paradise?

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2006 Alfred Charasz