最新讯息 — Miami May

Here, where the proud hibiscus blooms in flame,Where swaying palms nod lightly to the sea, Where each azalea towers - a stately tree - And orange blossoms charm, today I came Upon a little flower unknown to fame, Half hid in the scant sward, white as this shellFrom yonder beach, and I can hardly tell What drew me to it, murmuring its name.  "Bred in cool meadows, vagrant from the North, Fair Dewberry, what art thou doing here? Or chance, or purpose started thee to roam? And yet whatever power sent thee forth, Still it is thine to call the sudden...