The cold breeze
blows love to me and
warms my Corazon.
The blood flows
under my feet and
makes a river.
The sidewalk is made
out of daisies, and El Mar
is deep and wide.
This is the beginning of
El Futuro.

By Elizabeth, 6th grade
[photo by mikestuartwood via flickr]

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