In the eyes of my cousins,
Lifted, like the birds – on wings
Exciting rhythms, limbs
Rounded with muscles, stronger
Than words, abandoned
To the shadows,
Silhouettes of grace, singing
Dancing in brown, blue, green
Versions of my heart,
Laughing, giggling, crinkled
With tears, years falling through
Trees, oaks and pines,
Tender leaves on spring praising
In gentle turns, breathing
Hearts open, sincere as the dreams
Dreamed by November...
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