The Scarlett Locket

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Out of the black 

came a soul I could finally send home. 

Por la primera vez,

I dusted the ashes, dried the ink and

laid this narrative to rest

in the archives. 

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Through the heavy rain,

my heart took its first steps 

in rightful revelation,

unveiling a natural tinge of 

colorful conviction.

Who knew?

I could be a sunbeam 

peaking through a stormy sky,

interrupting the clouds,

stealing the show 

for a moment of tender illumination.

So precious it would be, 

if you were to hold my essence 

if just for a second, 

to feel this once-locked mirage of sweet clarity.  

I am so sure of it, 

That there’s nothing else quite as pure as this-

A sun’s kiss that is sure of ecstasy 

Birds basking in their painted divinity,

Their wings torn with spring’s pride and victory.

Up high, the birds and I

Are one with the clouds.

With nothing but petals for a parasol,

I dive down with the seasonal gray, 

In awe of how the world pours out of winter. 

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A como marea la vida, 

Qué bendición es existir en mi primavera.