Sunday, 3 April 2016

My Special Place


Freezing cold gelato trickles down my face.

The white sandy beaches run down the edge of the lake waterfront .

Boats glide across Steven’s Arm.

The Crystal clear water rushes down Hawea River.

Islands paint Lake Wanaka with bright colours.

Stars pop out in the velvet night sky.

This is my special place.

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