having only
seen
sunsets waiting
this Boston
morning
was to rise
only the fog
misty cold
dew laden
blanket sand
with a warm
embrace expecting
faltered pauses
while abruptly
parting skies
diverge
such that
for a moment
what abandoned
to ourselves
emerges
the perilous
beauty of
red sunrise
Photo by: Steve Hench “Red Dawn”
maysa-maria kristina gadelha peterson
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