WINDS OF THE ISLAND

Lights of the city

People to see

Caught in the webbing

Of where I must be.

Longing to leave.


Even the forest

Rooftop of leaves

Trees once familiar 

Are strangers to me.

Faint memories.


Show me your canyons 

Your waterfalls, your streams.

All painfully remind of the 

Home I left behind..


And so I must go

Soon as I'm free.

Winds of the island 

Are calling to me...

Over the sea.

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