Come to me
Under a bayberry bush
let us heal our history
together;
amongst the essence of December...
that time of change,
that time of remembrance.
Shall we dine by the fires
fortitude, you and I a wall
of light...
Lifting oh so slightly,
not to scorch our vows
no never
not at its brightest,
let it be a conviction of hope
that night will never fall
and we see all...
under that bayberry tree
N.PABLITO
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