36. This is Paradise

I thought of this poem while I was on my vacation at the Tropical Princess resort in Punta Cana, Dominican Republic. I thought of this poem as I was relaxing by the outdoor pool one night, drinking Coca Cola and looking at the sunset. It basically describes the cool atmosphere of the resort. I did more adventureous things too, but I had my chill moments :) Enjoy .

August 5, 2009- Olga Taratuta

Dipping my feet in ankle deep water
Luke warm from the day’s worth of rays
Savouring coke, ice cubes tinkling
Gazing at the leaves of the palm tree sway

The clouds shimmer in hues of pink
As the sunset curtsies the teal sky
Misty aromas from the buffet brush my nose
Mango juice, fried fish, coconut pie

There is no sign of distress in the world
Not a single worrisome thought comes to mind
Calming ocean waves strum their own tunes
As they leave the tender sun behind

Muffled beats are heard from the disco nearby
Partygoers gambling and drinking
Me, I am just reclining on a beach chair
Immersing myself in the sunset and thinking…

This is a paradise, a dream come true
If only every day were this serene
Rejoice and frolic in the limelight
The perils we take on left unseen

But there is no wriggling out of the real world
This paradise is too superb to believe
Though sometimes, it is swell to sit back,
Relax, sway with the palm trees, and breathe

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