turn all the cascaras bush
that touches my knee and let the twig falls
to the ground where I'll go,
the sun clouds the humid lurk of dust to shine:
just it glows the rainbow in the sky
and says goodbye.
I will then be your friend:
a lasting voice of call,
a beginning of change and a thing to remember
that beyond the little dot, you've touch
joy with enmity of doubt
let not be the sorrow you experience
but the joy that recall
the pain of serenity in my heart, as thou lapses
have come and go and settle down beneath
in the wound
of mercy and compassion
hibernate my pain and behold the glory, I indulge
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