even as light fades the rough edges
the same melody is played again
sounding the room with verge echos
remembering how those feelings scratch
just enough to make it sting reddening
waiting for the coolness of water washing
stillness caught in the eddies between stones
lingers the effortless swimming of hopeful wonder
maysa-maria peterson
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