Gran Canaria

Hill tops and distances,
the dark soil burns below.

Ocean winds caress the trees
as they sway for the shore.

White lines carve colours,
cleaving them apart,

spreading as far as can be seen
until nothing else remains.

Waves, with their constant roar,
lean against the sands.

Passing voices fade away
to their foreign corners.

An endless sun hides above
in the depths of a haze.

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