The sun lent its golds, pinks and orange brushes to the clouds and they went wild colouring the entire sky - dancing, gliding, racing all across. Drops of hues drip into the sea, melding, creating riveting shades. The buildings light up, bathed in pale golden light, begging the sea to become their mirror. The wind forms infinite paths over its surface, compelling our eyes to walk that maze; writing directions that make you wish we could read in breeze.
The clouds swirled and danced manically, teasing the silent rocky spectators, the palms lifting their heads high watchfully, Impish winged messengers of the insect world trying to distract and attract.. the trees extending their branches to hide their emotions, involuntarily showering flowers on all who pass by. Flute sounds seep into the air, as if even Divinity enraptured joins this rhythmic pulsing of creation itself.
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