Holly is one sweet poet. Here’s a taste. Follow her and enjoy a feast!
(I’ll have a cigar, please!)

House of Heart

In the shadows of a rundown bar

she breathes cigars and Cuba Libre.

A Spanish guitar plays Guananey

as she swallows the night

in a sunflower dress with no shoes.

SheΒ  longs for her homeland

and the impossible dream of

freedom.

” Havana ” Roman Virdi

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