Islander [Poem]

 

Cold shores
Windy spit
Holding shards of land
Close to heart.

Volcanic offspring dance
in your eyes,
like robotic fireflies.

Away from the hearth,
happy down here
with a barbed-wire heart.

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Islander [Poem]

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