The very big blue waves as the sky
The brilliant sun plying with the sand
The magic delicious fruit being eaten
The fresh wind running slowly
The bids fly as the sweet dream
The sound of the sea as song of love
The sand dance with a wind
Snails whispering secret stories
I am happy in this beautiful place.
By Lucía Golía 5to 3era
Ilike the poem!I think that the phrase "the birds fly" means "the sweet dreams"
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