
It is so simple.
i was born like you
you were born under a blue sky
with or without gun powder grey clouds
with our mothers within or about
you a boy me a girl or maybe both and perhaps none
the sun shade me down and brighten you up
we were no longer colorblind -but just blind.
The thing is,
what we see it is not what it is
but just a mirage
i find my self in this tunnel with no light in sight
when i long to walk in a golden path
-with you-
it takes us to no rainbow or mountain high
instead, we find ourselves in a deep purple ink within:
a different map for each 7.9 billion of us
we travel
beyond skin deep
in a silver river of dreams
i am no shade
but only light
About the Creator
sandra sanchez palacios
woman
mom
linguist
woodworker
writing is the glue
all tangled up in English and Chilean Spanish
just turned the corner
to the next life travel adventure
into who is calling to be me




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