A glimmer of hope was spotted
In Honduras in a cohort of clouds
I write it down for absence of you
I want to be you for twenty-four hours
Probably as long I could be away
From myself but it would be enough
To get a quick survey of Honduras perhaps
Where you are living under that glimmer
In hopes of being me one day
For which I pity you as much
As you illuminate me
With your cloudy hope
Glimmering above Honduras
Cities and jungles of my dreams
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