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I watch you from between orange blossom branches
You pretend you are a snowcapped mountain, cold, distant
I run towards you, excited, bear footed, my arms trying to reach you
Palm trees scrape my heart, they turn my dreams into ashes
There's so much smog I can hardly sense your love this winter, my winter
Icons cry tears of fresh mountain streams...I am the deer who's thirsty...
The faster I gallop the farther your clouds float away from me
It snows memories of clearings, warm springs of playful youth
With daffodils behind my ears , my Soul rolling through raw grass...
I wander, I don't know where I am, You guide me to your shelter
It's warm for the very first time, I am happy... I'm happy, hot and wounded...
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Latest News :" Mount Soledad - The Deepest, Empty Cave Discovered "
(Soledad: Spanish for Solitude)
by Iolanda Scripca / San Diego
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by Iolanda Scripca 1/19/2010 |
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