when light and shadow share your face, justice bleeds all colors
when you smile the sun beneath my skin cracks a pomegranate
red garnet comes to life.
this tango of lights ripens my heart as a fig,
crowded with seasons ,
on your fingers I counted my absence and my presence
when i think of you. ,you are the tribes in my voice
every mom like every city has her unique smell and yours is the smell of life, Mom
May 17, 2021
May 17, 2021 at 2:36 AM UTC
when light and shadow share your face, justice bleeds all colors
when you smile the sun beneath my skin cracks a pomegranate
red garnet comes to life.
this tango of lights ripens my heart as a fig,
crowded with seasons ,
on your fingers I counted my absence and my presence
when i think of you. ,you are the tribes in my voice
every mom like every city has her unique smell and yours is the smell of life, Mom
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