pink violet waves
over Catalina’s crest
in the quiet time
before the rising
when the night owl
resting within pecan
branches still sings
calling ephemeral
beauty, the final
moments dreaming
in the sitting
so goes the song.
maysa-maria kristina gadelha peterson
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…”do goes the song” closes be
autifully!
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