A pantoum on a volcanic tropical island
She felt the sun upon her back,
as this is where she's meant to be,
her mountains high and beaches black.
She felt the sun upon her back,
she gave up safety deep below,
her mountains high and beaches black
now dotted with odd bedfellows.
She gave up safety deep below,
with no regrets this tender isle
now dotted with odd bedfellows,
for comfort from your warming smile.
With no regrets, this tender isle,
as this is where she's meant to be.
For comfort from your warming smile,
she rose and lumbered from the sea.
Poetry by Ducks
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Written on 2022-06-04 at 21:39
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She rose and lumbered from the sea
She rose and lumbered from the sea.She felt the sun upon her back,
as this is where she's meant to be,
her mountains high and beaches black.
She felt the sun upon her back,
she gave up safety deep below,
her mountains high and beaches black
now dotted with odd bedfellows.
She gave up safety deep below,
with no regrets this tender isle
now dotted with odd bedfellows,
for comfort from your warming smile.
With no regrets, this tender isle,
as this is where she's meant to be.
For comfort from your warming smile,
she rose and lumbered from the sea.
Poetry by Ducks
Read 229 times
Written on 2022-06-04 at 21:39
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