Cloves
Leaves dancing in the wind
Tree branches bare and thinned
Heart waxing, warm and soft
To splendid heights I'll soar aloft
And fly off to a tropic land
Where winter doesn't have a say
To trace your name into the sand
To dream of you throughout the day
And when the sun begins to set
Its waning rays not gone just yet
Colors still in grand ballet
A bougainvillea bouquet
I'd think of you, I'd want you here
I always like to have you near
Right at your side I'd want to be
Together sitting by the sea
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