Once I Sang Like a Little Baby Bird
I feel I’ve conquered
the majestic night
in an open field sodden with
love of a countless gasps
I am not new to the world
swearing in the shadow of a cactus
and mulling over the smiles
of Northern stars tirelessly
taking photos of my soul, which is always close
to my birth, craving for prosperity
And, I crave for breath
accenting to mine
Ah, I am forever
the tropical wind of my land
where poetry is like a flower’s gatherer
sweetly teasing my thoughts
to sing like a little baby bird
in an open field sodden with
love of a countless gasps
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