My home sits atop a lonely wave
Basking in the sun
My home of flora and sturdy nave
Of which I am a nun
Lilies grow in white quartets
Jasmine from every crevice
Spiders sew their thoughtful nets
Dust on every surface
Here my pilgrimage ends
At the waistline of the coast
The lemons that became my friends
Will now observe my ghost
Sep 5, 2023
Sep 5, 2023 at 5:14 AM UTC
My home sits atop a lonely wave
Basking in the sun
My home of flora and sturdy nave
Of which I am a nun
Lilies grow in white quartets
Jasmine from every crevice
Spiders sew their thoughtful nets
Dust on every surface
Here my pilgrimage ends
At the waistline of the coast
The lemons that became my friends
Will now observe my ghost
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