Island Home

A wild wind howls,
cold and free
from your aching.

The sea is freezing,
ice boulders
sit lining the shore.

A green windswept
set of ancient
mountains far away.

The sea is so loud,
calling you
to stay the course.

You fall to the sand,
free again
on your island home.

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