Nothing has been spoken
Yet – it is loud
These feelings
Exist in a poem
Ink, and its elegance
Place arrows
On the palm of my hands
Metaphors that rise
With every consonant
A corresponding rhyme
That illustrates and loves
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Mari Sánchez Cayuso 
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