Andrea en la Arena

Noble white hands go against
The wind. Playing with the tanned sand,
Slips from her ivory hands. Tiny palmchats
Mingle, mimicking the sand and hand,
As they fly far to another land. Now, I
Approach her with appreciation,
Inviting her inside to
Have a good time. A gap
In the golden hair allows
The emerald gems
To stare. She starts saying,
“I’ll accept the invite,
 But only if you wait inside”.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
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