Sonnet 45 Education Poem by Francisco Luis Arroyave Tabares

When your petals are ripe for womanhood
And you feel moons that swell in your pelvis
When you overcome needs of sisterhood
Do not worry about where freedom is.

When your sweet aches mix with soft sensation
And daily you long for unknown pleasure
Go ahead with your imagination
And choose for yourself that hidden treasure.

If some day you think that you found heaven
And the stars come and go in little thrills
If you learn how for pains to get even
Build a safe road and always reach those hills.

Near your volcano there is a soft spot
From where you can easily fly if hot.
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