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| Essay Archive | March 17, 2005 |
The Island
A poem from Isla de Ometepe
How strange she said
You've been stripped bare
The wind in your face
The stillness of your hair
What beauty he thought
Impossible not to stare
Only madness could keep her
The trees of wind
The sky could not lie
If mountains can stream
The sun would not mind
What beauty he thought
Holding her near
His heart sang praises
She woke to find
He was still there
Needless to say
He did not impress
How many have passed
How many have sung
Only madness could keep her
Copyright © Richard Leonardi