mardi 17 décembre 2013

Poem about Corsica

Corsica, where green meets blue
Luscious mountains and turquoise water
Are both never out of view

Golden light coming through the glass
Bronzed and warm on the street
The smell of Chanel as the girls pass

I miss La Corse
Everything and everyone
I would miss it, of course!

2 commentaires:

  1. I love the detail you go into. I wish I could be there! It sounds like a wonderful place, next vacation stop for me! :)

  2. Written like a true nationalist! Good job Hannah!