by Eder E. Rangel
Come, come my dear, listen to my silence
See the colors of united people
Smell the flowers of my heart
Let me smell your neck like the stem of a rose
Let me enjoy the beauty of your garden.
The wind blows in the desert night
And the dust blinds my heart in bloom
Come, let us enjoy the honey of our lips
United people don’t see our color
Like father like son, and the mother who mourns.
My garden-like heart has left you behind
Come hold my hand, let us leave each other now.
Last updated April 22, 2011