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About This Poem
Son
Your words fly
Like heavy rocks
And fall blindfold.
Your young intransigence
Is like a gale
Strong and without mercy.
Your absent glance
Pierces my heart
And stands by my mind.
But your smile
Redefines yourself
Your gentleness is real.
Your fight is pure
Against me, against you
Looking for answers.
Impatient you want to understand
Unmistakable you want to run
Keeping your hope as my hope.
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