Words we longed to hear
but never reached the ear
words we imagined
unseen like the wind
words we tried to put together
but pride caused asunder
words we wanted to make
but could not swallow, could not take
words that poisoned
parting unreasoned
wherever we are headed
we remain wounded.

Esmeralda Balita is a living paradox.


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