Uninterrupted
sunsets above
our
rebellion’s backside
and the single moon looking after
an
entire people’s hopeful eyes.
Cuba resurrects from the dead
blossoming stronger against the undead homicides.
I grab your hand,
I whisper a free sonata in your ear.
White clad mothers flutter swift flowers on the malecón.
Carved clouds snap sea-blown smiles.
Aye, sea’s lace, candle glow.
Let this blessed freedom prevail, love.
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