Corsica
Corsica
Our island
Rest and refuge
So wild and warm
In our hearts and minds
Casting shadows on every other place
Always there and forever yearning for us
Cold spring water to quench our thirst
On a sun baked granite outcrop
Resting before entering the forest
Soft needles under foot
In pine shade
Corsica is
Alive
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