Firstborn Poem by Medina Camacho

Another self to repeat itself...
Another form of my being...
An extension of my seeing....
Let it be thine own...
And dreams are great in you just like you are to be born...
I hold you in thoughts... Sometimes I'm fallacious...
I love you in arguments... But symbols come to life... I found a truth that does not change... But...
I fear because my hands are as fragile as your fingers... We..
Naive as your fears... We love you already... We wait for you already...
I imagine your labyrinthine cry... Your idyllic smile...
On the ground, there's someone who sends you love... And it's allowed... For you to arrive...
To my beloved...... Firstborn.
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Adilson Camacho