Her island.
sun greeting the morning dew
rise from the sleep of yesterday,
exit bamboo bungalow.
Sedated waves rush ashore
oceanfront thrown at her feet; toes kissed with sand
secluded waterfall whisper.
Climbing palm branches,
she races the wind atop a rocky summit
she is without fear no challenge; falling elegantly
hugging the waters of Maldive.
Island child;
the creatures run to you
the rain pours for you;
Wild breeze
Come forth nightfall
wash the day away in your waterfall
worship the moon island child
Emerald eyes pierce the heavy night.
Her shadow dances in the fire.
Under moonlight she walks naked; her curvaceous silhouette
walks the shoreline.
resting for the night before
granting the sand a few strokes from her silky palm.
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Author:
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Beautiful! -- phoenix
Love it! I imagined myself the Island Child 🙂
~SS
🙂
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