1500 miles
to the gem
I call home
--
1500 miles
situates
my tropical paradise
--
where I climbed
fruit trees
dashed through
ocean breeze
hummingbirds
--
decorate its sky
reflected
in clear rivers
that borne the love
of islanders
like me
--
1500 miles
my young heart beats
on a green verandah
long painted over
--
holding memories
of a childhood
inundated
with love and laughter
--
sprinkled with traces
of a troublemaking
little sister
--
1500 miles
and years, long passed
I wish I'd known
how precious the summer days
--
as the fragrance
of ripe mangoes
dissolve
into an ethereal residue
still gliding
among familiar hills
housed 1500 miles
away
--
like a pearl
pristine in my eyes
--
it glistens
and I'm beaconed
to its blue and white shores
--
as no stars near
or galaxies afar
hold the love
that calls me home.
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About the Creator
Kellion K
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