Leai Peñanueva

Falconridge Road

Like the cold wind in summer
Like the wheels of kids bicylce
Like the lines you see in your notebook
Like the sound of an airplane from
miles away.
Like the ray of the sun during sunset and the movement of leaves of pinetrees
Like a man taking a walk with his dogs and an old lady with her set of flowers from the garden.
Is a story of a woman, that, nevertheless, a good or a bad one.
The cold wind that wraps her wasted body.

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