with words
the painted scene
dew hung
and frosted shoots
your eyes
and green
the morning field
lay silent
inviting touch
barefoot
and dancing
your face
and golden
wisps of hair
like prairie fields
haunt dreams
calling into
consciousness
startled.
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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