Island of desire

From a bird’s eye view you shine like a hopeful splash of color in the stormy sea.
You’re old, very old. The ravages of time have also taken their toll on you.
You’ve got rough edges, but you were not sanded smooth.
Coming closer to you, dipping into your vibrant life, one can feel your heart beat.
You are both gentle and wild.
Full of music and beautiful, like a precious jewel.
Land of fantasy and fairy tales.
Island of my desire.
Beloved, Emerald Isle.

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