Palm Trees

Palm tree fronds, swaying in the sun.
It was that state, the California one.
I surmised that the beauty came from this state.
I remember from the heat, my thirst did slake.

California wind and California surf,
Which other land should I walk on it's turf?
I would rather spend one million years here,
Than in any other place far or near.

by Vera Sidhwa

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