Tobago Love

​Take me home to my sister isle, where the breeze blows that much sweeter, and several degrees calmer.

Take me home to my sister isle, where the water is crystal clear and corals peek out to welcome me.

Take me home to my sister isle, where people still smile at me without preconceived notions and hidden agendas, as they pick me low hanging fruit and direct me to a corner lime.

Take me home to my sister isle, where everything shuts down at a certain time, so you and I get to reconnect, be one with stillness and let the darkness become the keeper of our secrets.
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Take me home to my sister isle,
​my Tobago Love.

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