Rick Mendoza

He’s leaving again

He hasn’t left in a long time

It reminds me of years ago

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It’s the little things in life

That make all the difference

Like saying good morning

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The mist rising above the pond and nearby stream

Caresses the land like a gentle lover

Tendril-like fingers reaching for hills and valleys

The golden Sun rises claiming Mother Earth as his own

Gazing out my window

She came to me in a daydream

A vision of many beautiful colors

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Build a bridge to the sky

Reach beyond your means

Touch the stars and beyond

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The timid tenderness of her humble

hand hurriedly hushing all those invigorated voices

Freely fluttering

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Grimly grown

Into the

youthful

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La vida da vueltas y vueltas,

Y en ellas me logro marear;

Me encuentro girando en sus huertas,

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