Beyond the Island

A poem about leaving

Cait
1 min readOct 15, 2020

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Photo by Michael on Unsplash

Her untamed, sun-kissed light brown hair flew with the wind,
her large doe eyes widened,
her powdered freckles creased.
She embodied the spirit of the island,
the volcanoes a spitting image of her fiery aura.

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Cait

NYC living, published poet & storyteller