Solitude
Constellations cross my eyes
When blocking out such mangled minds
Alone
An island Eden cries,
Salt spray
Splash over me
Soothe my spirit
Rescue me,
Bring with you a gentle breeze
The music of monkeys
Swaying trees
Mangos, waves, and bright green leaves,
A drunken tango
Amidst mystic seas.
Labels: poetry
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