The beads of your eyes
are crystal clear,
quieter than a creek in the bush,
where only the wind comes to doze
under the branches.
Rosalina,
does your voice store so much gold,
that even the moon pulls in its breath
for fright?
Keep me within the span of your hand,
anchor me firmly to your boat,
tie the line fast
which now you let sink in the water,
where we'll melt into one life,
one love.
Michaël Arnoldus Slory [also used the pseudonym Asjantenoe Sangodare] (1935 - 2018) Suriname
Source: Go Barbados
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