I am coming with you,
weeds on my backyard
with tortuous thoughts
Because I feel hard
But I am not absconding
I am not weak nor a coward
I will be with you
until I lose my last card.
I left the presence
of a beautiful flower
to be your lover
Like he praying mantis and the grasshopper
Your deep roots is a symbol of power
That will never be cut
And killed by the sower.
I want to live in your
forgotten sanctuary
This time
I have my own Calvary
In your being
there is veracity
Your spirit
will dwell
with us eternally.
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