This island
used to bring me
the whispers
of faraway lands
on the backs of
messengers in the breeze
but now
the waves are thicker
clouds heavier
as these whispers pollute
the air I breathe
This island
used to bring me
the whispers
of faraway lands
on the backs of
messengers in the breeze
but now
the waves are thicker
clouds heavier
as these whispers pollute
the air I breathe
ShakelaTheWriter 
Very well written, the words speaks volumes… Well done!
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