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Dawn
There were birds whispering
(secrets, my heart would say)
at the first sign of their golden savior,
Their mother who’d bring them warmth,
and the endless beginning of another morning.
The perfect star would give us another chance
(with all her might)
her splendor,
her gaze,
her admirable strength…
Endless, infinitely responsible for me.
For the goal I’ve yet to dream today:
To welcome the day,
(your smile
your warmth
your skin)
With you in these arms
- Alejandro Bonfil
