Jamaica
Just when dawn dust the dimpled skies
And aromas last fragrance kiss the light
My eye through an open window spies
Ancestral hills curved upward with delight
Infinite emotions sweeping me like a sea
Cradle the luscious form, suckle her breast
Ask not for more but to drink of morning glee
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2012
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