She is Cape Verde...

Awake I dream of her beauty, she lays in the cradle of the atlantic, beside her sisters, draped with colorful villages, & terraced mountains that kiss the clouds, I long to taste the sweet dates of her white sanded deserts, I long to ride my horse through her barren lands of rock and sun, I thirst for the wine of her v...olcanic vineyards, she is God's poetry on earth, awake I dream of her, she is Cape Verde