Scooter spins and twists
through afternoon traffic
fields pass like lifetimes
with the water buffalo
quietly grazing.
Sputtering past giant gates
dormant statues wave us in
through checkpoints, and I’m
half asleep with your hair
in my mouth.
We didn’t talk at all
just felt the drum and bass
of midnight beach party
knowing this was everything
and nothing.
Now sea is aqua, salt surf pounds
sand and “Dreamland” is the
only way to describe this place,
written in hippie blue
on faded wood.
Victoria Mosley 
A feel of the sixties about this one.Like.
Regards j.
Yeh Bali is a bit like that stuck in its own little era , part ancient Hinduism and part dippy hippy x
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Namaste Bali 🙂