Wordscape Island

Oozing like a lava,
Dripping into the ocean,
Steaming sentiments,
Hardened ages ago,
Shaking with rage tonight.

A reincarnation of paradise.
Cultivating resilience,
In lost refugees.
An island with open arms,
Built of immortality.

©songbriti

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