'And on the spindrift
of the wide, rough sea
I always see a floating child
calling to me! ' ~Jose Marti~ {CUBA}
Those floating children
drift forward, crossing borders
as the tides roll in, then out
Skies moonlight waxing, then waning;
this clarion call - mere freedom remaining
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