Sun Blood

My warm sun,
Giver of
History,
I dream of
You tonight.
My purple
reds, blues and
greens.
Yellow
mountains of sand
Brass horns sing
loudly as my legs
Burst into folclórico.
Hold my braids tight
my warm Sun.

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