Songs to the Little Island
WildflowersEven so far away from this ocean blue,
I found it hard to forget you.
The butterflies bring your letters to my home,
difficult would it be to leave them alone.
So I pored over every from your hand,
your every word a rarity to the homeland.
In response, letters I do not write;
instead, I sing by the morning light.
My songs carried by the zephyr
beckon your return to this lovely azure.
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