Beneath a cerulean blue chiseled frieze,
The islands recede into the sea
Or settle down to the sea floor
Like an archipelago of Atlantises.
Islands come and go,
Bobbing up and bobbing down
Like corks lost in the ocean,
Drifitng around the seven seas
And threading through seven continents
And millions of other islands and straits.
They sail along, cresting the waves
Beneath gathering clouds
And flocks of birds
Circumnavigating the globe,
Shuttling from landfall to landfall.
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