Voice is familiar
though
when its song
All light quivers to no more
colors are no longer colors
The moon, star, ocean and the idle sun are now ears
A splash A shot goes off
is a click of the tongue a petal has ripped
A cry is heard Cement crumbles
A circle is completed an instrument is dragged
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Diego F. López is a working writer from Lima, Peru, raised in New Jersey, living in New York City.
