There are caverns of sand that we have yet
To lay our bodies~ Parallel with the island
Humidity~ Where saturated skies descend
To powdered dusk~ Against the silhouette
Of palms~ Amidst the symphony of
Cicadas~ Where dragonflies
Flirt with the
Upturned
Slice
Of
The
Moon
Let us not forget
What we will leave behind
When our time is done here~ Let us
Not forget to leave our imprints in the
Barren caverns of sand~ Let us always
Remember that our life together began
Here…on the smallness of this island
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