Seeing is Belizing

The sea brings forth a ship to the magic of Belize. The

Colors are a block party of the imagination. This fantasy

Cannot be seen through the pen’s work in its books. The

Streamers and confetti dance to its music. The night ocean

Brings forth the moon in which to say it’s goodbye to the people

Who flourish under the shade.

 

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