Returnee
...For thirty years long I fled my fears
Until I was wax soft and white like moon
The fugitive only his own voice hears
His lips trembling swell the empty spoon
Shattering dusty teeth. O the exile
Has r...
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Categories:
guango, travel, love,
Form: Verse
Committed
...Before the drought
I loved this land
From North to South
And every sand
The mountains high
The serried trees
The azure sky
And fragrant breeze
Poincianna flame
Lime Kiln burning
The children's game...
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Categories:
guango, seasons, uplifting, morning,
Form: Verse