MI CORAZON ROMPA. A Poem by Robin Marchesi.
My eyes have eaten the Morna Valley in a feast of sight. The sweet pine and thyme scented airs fresh from the seas have reached my nicotine stained lungs. I have stood privileged to hear flocks of birds chattering in shrubbery or to watch a falcon riding the swirls of wind before diving,
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