Tropical Morning
Where green grass silky sheets
meet the chartreuse mountain skirts
my eyes land, and rest
morning dew diamonds sparkle
to the warm touch
of sunlight's gilded fingers.
my eyes closed
to the morning's warm caress
surrendered my senses
swirling scent of ripe sugar cane
and roasting coffee.
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