Cascades D’Amour — Joni Caggiano

Red is the clay that talks to me, dotted with emerald eyes
Unyielding are its walls of love, languid Morocco, where I eagerly wait
Sea winds call to me, as I have seen her movement of sapphire, and cerulean
Cascades d’Ouzoud, like beating hearts your waters drumming, steam moving upwards
Yearning for her hot sands and calm waters, dreams walk with me in the sun
Avowing my name, like the echoes of a hidden cave reaching over the hills
Forged in ancient stone, unbreakable, as my heart travels by white dove
Blue the cloth it holds, my heart’s voice sown in red, between the lines
Soaring far beyond the Atlas mountains to join you, my love

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