At dusk,
birdsong and warm wind--
and the smell of tacos.
In the stifling room,
voices talk of freedom,
hope, love... And the heat.
Evergreen trees
shake gently in the breeze,
swaying to birdsong.
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Friday, May 1, 2015
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