A long-lost afternoon

Takes root and flowers,

As a conquering dream

Claiming parcels of the mind

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I feel its currents rise

Taking hold of my waist,

Its rays tracing my skin

Its salted island breeze

–

I still see the red coral

Resting on its bed of sand,

Through the clear windowpane

Of that day’s tranquil waves

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I hear the trills of sisters

With the melodies of travelers,

Interwoven with their verses

As a colorful refrain

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These gilded days collide

With our fragmented times,

Leaving moments to root

And courageously bloom