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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