Harvest of Heritage
I derive from
summer and sweet wine,
from broken glass
and fertile vine
I derive from
the bluest sea in the world,
also, from stardust
and from shore
from a vast dream
that fell apart,
yet later on,
it was found in my heart.
I derive from
ancient myths and tales,
I derive from
sirens and mermaids,
from wild herbs
that in the mountains live
and from fresh smells
that pleasure give
I derive from
sunsets, sand, and water
I derive from olive groves;
I am their daughter.
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