misty
that you
might exert energy
passed sight
that touch
could smell
the sunshine rose
there between the
shadows, dawn
another note
as cactus wren
consumes
sweet saguaro
nectar red
blood of the
desert plucked
early, such
that you were
lucky enough
to behold
pieces
of heaven
maysa-maria kristina gadelha peterson
“If you can see your path laid out in front of you step by step, you know it’s not your path. Your own path you make with every step you take. That’s why it’s your path.” ― Joseph Campbell
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