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Dark Hair
On dry land,
of vast deserts,
and rivers that would not
(with any thought in mind)
give a tear for any man.
There he stood
(with dark brown gems)
fixed on the horizon,
beyond the wind,
past the sun,
on her.
She stood out,
and her smooth skin,
and her dark hair,
and those lips he craved,
only wait for someone
(and the honest eyes)
to notice how she kept the skies
enticed with her beauty.
And he would travel,
(as she waited)
And he would run,
(and she waited).
To find her,
(her smile, skin, and black hair)
and be her own.
- Alejandro Bonfil
