(To Antonieta Jung)
Your laughter reaches me in the wind and I know you are thinking of me
I miss you so much my sweet friend, your happy blue eyes, your golden hair
You almost made your dreams come true, two beautiful boys and the land in the south,
that magical island of Chiloe, that took you away, your heart too frail, the magic too strong...
My sweet Antonieta... I see your smile in the moon, hear your laughter in the wind,
see your eyes in the sea and your hair in the sun...
I was supposed to go first, not you..
I was the older one..
Copyright ©2007 Sonia Paz Baron-Vine
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