Because you said this vision of the sun rising could be anywhere, like from a window in Cuba

She graces the window

with shadow play,

swashbuckling 

limbs,

and leaves,

and golden hues,

free for all

and democratic,

When was it that first she kissed you

Published by Tonyyy

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