Northern Summer Fun (Day 6): A poem about Canadian Summer (Winter?)

It is Summer in the North It is dark under this Sun The flowers went to hide Because here comes: A wind that bites! I am missing a few pieces After going for a walk. I got left, just seven fingers Which is plenty if you write. Hug my soul before it freezes In this... Leer más →

Havana left (Day 4)

Beyond her warmth Beyond her nights of hurricanes Havana dreamed of something else... So young She got new wings And flew away to other worlds. That night The country slept But cried a sea when it woke up. She flew So far away She could not longer taste the salt. Havana left She thought she... Leer más →

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