Fibula Island

(by traveler)

Wide green land,
beaches of fine sand,
a city of silver and gold,
I remain fond of fibula.

I can see the lighthouse, I can
feel the wind blowing,
the sea lashes the rocks,
I keep coming back here.

A wolf howls at night,
a hyena laughs,
a dragon breathes fire,
you know where you are now.

Dance and laughter now and then,
I know what I would like to do now, for
a day without stress and worries,
let's forget tomorrow.

The next day that will definitely come,
life will keep us
trimmed , but this one small place
will always be my home.