jibberish jangles out of her mouth
like a wrist-full of bracelets
in a code of which I am
the only decipherer
her little language
pops, sings, pauses and moves
through the air around the
garden of our lives as it grows and
lifts its swallowed syllables
to my opened and delighted ears
I am in love con su cancion...
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