carlos trevino Poems

When the moon hides behind the clouds
When the seagulls hide their faces underneath their wings.
When the ocean waves are tired and resting
And the only sound are the whispering of palm leaves
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I have felt the scorching sands
I have been to many lands
I have seen what wars have done
But have left somethings undone
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Who is this unusual woman whose essence calls to me?
I have not heard that siren call since I was fancy-free
How can such a little creature radiate such animation
that often light our hearts like a festive celebration
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"No, I swear I was not crying,
A speck of dust flew in my eye.
Yes dad, I know that men don't cry
What you heard was just a sigh"
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