Asma Ahsan Asma Ahsan
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Absolutley! Come to dubai and walk with me on the beach. :)

Asma Ahsan Asma Ahsan
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Make it today, preferably, right now.

Davide Castel Davide Castel
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I wish and wish that I could, right NOW! because I have been so very cold lately, My old bones feel it, as I am also a bit anaemic.

Asma Ahsan Asma Ahsan
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Elements have that effect on you. Your energy is revitalized.

Davide Castel Davide Castel
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Yes...they do. We try to go there ever year, as a form of therapy!

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Reflections of HAPPINESS


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This poem has no rhyme or rhythm, but it was written on the spur of the moment, before we took the plane back home.


Reflections of Happiness
...at Surfers Paradise  -  19 June 2011
(Photo taken there) now deleted.



Walks on the beach, that’s what Happiness is... 4 comments


Virgin sand beneath my feet
The Sun, the Sky the Surf the Beach
The wonders of Nature, for all to enjoy
No strings attached, it’s free, no ploy


I capture these moment with photos
Collect sand pebbles and shells
My mind has arranged a collage
To remember these moment to tell


The surf and sand are therapeutic
As I walk along that beach each morn
And praise the Lord for being alive
To absorb and enjoy again, before I fly


I recharge my energies, the sun has that power
The years have rolled back, we are young again
To roam and be free of the troubles around us
As we walk on the beach for hours, no fuss 2 comments


I think of my grandchildren, innocence and pure
So close to heaven, those little angels are
But still they are human, and sometimes grow horns
At the end of each day, there still comes a morn


Our life is now good,
As we had hoped it should
Sometimes there is doubt,
but that’s what life’s about!


Our walks on the beach, that’s what happiness is...


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