(para mi Familia)
The more I give to you, the further out of view.
Alighting like leaves, on the avocado tree.
The sun sets for me, but it rises for you,
Deep, seep, leap, weep,
Share with me your depth and woe; all is fair,
Ripe fruit – apple, mandarin, orange and plum,
Baked goods, fire burning, spices in the air,
Sending my love via the sun.
Night and day, have never felt so far away,
The avocado droops, begs for you to stay.
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