Touray

There is this place,

I once was told,

Where pockets dwell,

And beauty unfolds,

A secret place,

And in this place,

Behind the sea,

Children keep their gifts,

Their mystery,

They laugh,

They play,

They stay all day,

In the sun,

Where beauty dwells,

 

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