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A Floating Piece of Paradise

The rekindling of life under the cerulean sky;
The redolence of love, and everything beyond;
O Mother! Your art is unparalleled!

Like precious little dreams the islands swim
Against the weary tides of time
And put bards and painters to shame;
Such beauty, Mother, such beauty!
As dusk drapes it wings around us all,
The beach glows with memories and footprints.
The homing birds against the hued sky
Look like the flawless painting of a child;
And that’s when, Mother, do I hear
The tranquil sound of silence.

The army of corals stand together to hold
The Empire on their shoulders; Tell me
How did you make an army so patient,
So colourful, so mesmerising, so diverse?
Do we even have the ears to listen to them?
Like fragments of a beautiful story never written
I see your art, Mother,
Carry a rather light burden of life.
This is where I had always dreamt
Of having my first kiss with the sun.
This is where I had always planned
To fall in love.

O Mother, how did you paint
A picture so bewitching?
Why are the mornings so different here?
Why is the sky star-studded every night?
What does the breeze whisper when I sleep?
And why does the serene sea become
The mirror of the Heavens above?
To be on this island is like to be
A part of you; Yes, for I have waited
Long enough to look into your eyes;
To look at the sea, the trees, the birds, the clouds
And at the sun, and find you in each of them.
I have waited long enough to live.
O Mother, for this little piece of Heaven
In the middle of the endless oceans
I bow to thee.

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