Fogy with their Balinese since,
A busy croudy smell
Bordered by
The warm clutching water
With its boundary.
There is just down there the garden with the nice Palm trees where I walk.
Birds whisking and bees busing and the people by the pool drinking cocktails.
Then the leprechaun walking with nice notes and vouchers in his golden basket.
And I smell the warm air like in a desert
I feel the water sprinklers,
It's nice and cool
It’s meant to be refreshing spits.
For our dieting bodies fi I could live in this place it would be in heaven