I crossed the bridge once more
The artsy clouds and bluse skies guided us
the clear crystal waters tempted us to just stop and gaze at it...
We know better. We moved on.
The island has secrets kept in coconut kernels or wisdom of old.
I was with a group. A boisterous one. They kept bugging me for photos. I did oblige.
But I kept my piece of quiet and peace.
I smiled in peace.
