Soft came the night,
Slowly came the stars,
a breeze caught the bougainvillea caressing its petals to the ground,
where I stood.
wishing the moment would not end.
"Who will show you,
this distant way?
The longing,
for this land…
If you write me a letter,
I will write you back
If you forget me,
I will forget you.
Until the day,
You come back."
The fragrance of the day lingers,
whispering the secrets I heard but are not mine:
The sound of the cart wheel on the cobble stone-
The flavors of spice mixed with the sound of salsa-
Trova music playing in a local bar,
Mingling with the prayers sipping out of the church next door.
Holy night.
Mayan Chocolate stirred with a chocolate cube,
Melting the day into a memory for tomorrow.
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