New hero
Melted life under the hot lava,
left by the explosive volcano.
Awaken Christmas night
under the sparks ashes
crossing the sky to our mind.
We had the lights flashing
with no celebration.
Our little island was smaller
but bigger at the same time.
Many left, but the most embraced destiny.
Banana trees are spreading
the green colour over the grey.
La palma, as the phoenix,
is a newborn wish come true.
new baby was born
on the feet of a new hill
~tomorrow's hero
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