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Papa,
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'Lo hay' a fire inside me
That sometimes blows and when it does
I cannot but let it consume
All that's around, all that's within
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The thing is that I cannot tell
If it is wrong to burn undressed
But, papa, it just feels so right
For all to see, and all to smell!
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My flames dance to the winds across…
The more they blow, the more I shine
Nothing can put it off until
I pour it in a shell of art
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Sometimes they laugh, most times they sigh
That I should do what others do
That there are rules and older stars
For me to shoot and find my moon?
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But I am new and newer now!
The rounder I grow, more they stare
Along my curves, never inside
The belly from bellies we cut
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Pa – Rodolphinio – mi amor...
When I wonder what I should do
I give time some time and jump on
Musing how to do is to be!
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And I'm shy, with cheeks redder than
That apple that opened your eyes
Only when my flame makes another
Girl or boy spark their own again
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You taught me: Give like flowers give
They give their all. In wholes. Not parts.
The colors. The scents. The pollen.
Love. Lots of love. So that we breathe...
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They give to all: The (s)hes. The bees.
The birds. The we... Worthy or not.
Unasked. Even the scentless give.
Give to live. To be is to give.
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There is a 'nara' inside me
That sometimes blows and when it does
I have a choice. And I "choose yes.
Always yes." - Always. Yes to yes.
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Yours,
Nara
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L.


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Your love helps me write something worth reading or do something worth writing. Thanks, L.

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