I confound my blood and your words.
It is now far my field of silences
where once I was glad to pitch harmonies.
Land from blacks horizons cross,
wounded by the vision of impossible worlds,
dragging behind the sins and boredom.
I recognize, love, heritage pain.
I recognize you, love, the dawn of your tears.
Over a red leaf this fall
write your caresses and my surrender.
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