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 sandsContinue reading “Cascades D’Amour — Joni Caggiano”