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Gabriela Vasquez- Rondon

Head Staff Writer

On the Way There

I can’t remember a time

When I was so incredibly happy

That the view in front of my eyes

Was not a storm waiting to ravage my very self

And so, I think

About the blooms of flowers and fields of peonies

Where you were born

Ô my heart,

Stay still,

Unlike the wind

Playfully moving through the locks of my hair

On the Way Back

Ocular and singular,

Rectangular and void,

Here comes the beat

Of this heartbeat


To accept,

This warm embrace


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