poetry
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On an August afternoon you played that familiar doo wop tune Stalling, foreseeing the labyrinth ahead, deciding to swim in sound instead Finding a glow a pearl, hidden treasure built from the world’s pressure Every night dream visions, seeing and holding you in them Child of the moon I’ll be patiently…
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Flower war my name for those who can’t speak Español Peruana roots developed in American ground Spanglish is my sound Bonita flor growing under Inti sol one taste of mi amor Leaves to crave more Delicate y calmada Until mistreated then You can drown In Mar Brava Only truths to be…
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My pen loves the skies Blue backdrop Hope on the rise Puffy pillow clouds Avocado egg Creamy, on whole wheat delight Caramel coffee
Yesenia Guerra 