Caribbean SoulCaribbean soul longing for the sea,
Turquoise water where I want to be.
Wishing for the sweet breeze upon my face,
Feels so magical like no other place.
Between my toes powdered white sand,
Pina colada in my right hand.
Timeless rhythms I have come to depend,
Warm water soothing like an old friend.
Easy life like it was meant to be,
Home at last upon the Caribbean sea.
Poetry by Queen
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Written on 2005-06-29 at 05:41
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