Ayi Escalona


To Honduras With Love

How could I conquer the loneliness of night
When every spark of burning thoughts is pain
And this heart pumped tears and not blood
Shall I keep on weeping and wait for the wound to heal
Or simply kiss goodbye the footprints of yesteryears.

How could I listen to her laughter
When her echoing joy fades in the distance
Will I survive every brutal slash of silence

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