The Gazebos
Dotting the landscape at Shangri La
Like giant ancient mushrooms sprouting
Along the beach and clustered at the central reef,
They stand like abandoned sentinels of a lost civilization
Bearing silent witness to endless vistas of nature’s glory and fury.
Quietly they stand, weathered, worn, watching,
Waiting.
For something.
For someone to arrive,
To visit, to enter, to experience and enjoy
Their lonely, lovely land of dreamy isolation
To bring it new life
And give them purpose once again.
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