Cays Poems - Poems about Cays

... An ask of mine needs urgent sating I don’t mean to blashpeme or be rude But when God was done and dusted creating And he looked and saw that “it was good” What was he looking at? Were his ey......

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...Dun days? Clouds above in greys? Sapphire? Purple haze? Deterrence, dessicate, cays. Buildings on the raze. World around in twilight. Months ahead a-grim. Heart within me, burn with fight! C......

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...I need an escape to the Exuma Cays so I can navigate the tropical seas and leave my footprints behind on the unspoilt sand bars in the glorious sun ! Written by : Mia Pratt,......

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...Let me know when you are leaving for a day away in Eleuthra The Exuma Cays Long Island or The Berry Islands so we can bask away in some fun in the sun and sea like pirates, mermaids and sail......

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...^Truth is the smallest of all cays. Surrounded by blood waters of the past... the dorsal fins of doubt and deception. Only the brave dare takes the chance. To swim out to it and fend off the thr......

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...We meandered along the cays in June Our blistered feet untoughened, White with ooze and sand Caring the least for nothing Save taut sail and steady breeze And good news from home. Cap steered ......

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...An angel's campfire just beyond the virgin horizon where dreams are sown and born.. as sky stones skip across the night in timeless godly light where miracles from afar seek out the wounded hea......

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...Captured, beautiful thoughts indescribable, breathtaking indelibly branded to mind enduring, unfaded carefree summer days swimming the cobalt ocean wilderness rainbow fish, biolumin......

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...I wander the desert alone- through an ocean of sand in my dream . . . thinking myself on an adventure and walk in golden softness in a place empty and drifting a place of solitude strangely magi......

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...Sashaying over star crushed clay never staying in one place for long largely unnoticed, their eyes never dancing with the eyes of the chosen ones. Another eclipse-stained day sprints by, void ......

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...The Three Islands Sleep! Sleep, sleep, the islands asleep! Sleep while the winds blow on her face, On her trees, and on her mountains and hills, Sleep when the thieves dressed in suit come in, ......

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