The Word I Forgot

One word,
just one word,
with just one word that I had
in the palm of my hands,
in my intelligence,
in my heart.
Just one word
to tell you in the night,
when we wake in the morning flower,
with the song of all the birds
above the trees of Lahuoyaga.
Just one word,
a word that I already forgot.

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Belinda Stephens


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