the smell of the islands fly in the air
when you come aroundbut when you walk away
I reminisce how the waves sound-
splashing against the sandy grounds
and my heart pounds for it
one last time.
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A Few Thousand Nights
Poetrya poetry about the ups and downs of life, love, and hardships
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the smell of the islands fly in the air
when you come aroundbut when you walk away
I reminisce how the waves sound-
splashing against the sandy grounds
and my heart pounds for it
one last time.