sun-shivered streets wind
around sliding cliffs
of red and white
topped with a
gold-fringed green.
children,
sticky from the
salty spray
and sweet cream
run through cobbled roads.
the candy-colored town
curls around itself
like the papery seashells
that line the crumbling coast.
rocky flowers swing
in a sea-sweeping breeze,
bright festival flags fluttering
like sunlit triangles of seaweed.
pastel plastered shops
climb the sun-shivered streets
that wind around sliding cliffs
of red and white
topped with a
gold-fringed green.
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