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Santa Monica ~by Yesenia Luna

An imaginable place with great weather, attractions,

and the most beautiful

orange skies–

I never dreamt about meeting someone from there

who would impact my life.

Seasons of hurting; seasons of love.

Now just a memory I was forced to shut.

A city I never imagined would bring me such pain,

Someone mentions “Santa Monica” and all I hear is

your name.



©2024. Yesenia Luna for Palabras con Alas.

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