Pale cells

The sun hits me strong

With no compassion for my shy skin.

My winter shade resists and makes me

a late arrival from the moon.

In this childhood of summer,

My melanin grows.

Soft feeling

Close to my body,

Your little young breath paces my life

now.

Baby with innocent face

And voice of thunder,

Your sweetness spices my life

Up.

Friendship birth

A hug not asked
A free content that surprises,
I am sure,
Mark the birth of a friendship,
Like milestones on the road.
I felt the connection,
A missing sister with more experience,
Whose oven is always on
And whose table has always an extra chair.

Office shadow

Nature returns
Apparent and joyful to my eyes.
Sitting at the desk,
I can imagine its energy
And feel my skin vibrating.
I long for the sun
That neglects this office
To embrace those working open-air.

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