Wings of splendour in the winds of fury,
my first thought in the vastness of treasures,
my longing for the land of the buzzing wings,
my living guide to the bond of splendour,
my shield from the furious Caribbean winds,
heavenly memories and melodies of life,
my secret like the Mariana trench,
my thirst for the taste of the heavenly,
my eyes and its devotion to unfailing stength,
my memories of life's greatest melodies.
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Wonderful nostalgia...'home sweet home'..well done ~ niv] Please read/comment my I Want To Be Raped niv