cut and carved
red stone walls
where ancient
song rose upward
carried the spirit
reverberating
the longing
the searching
river bed dries
yellow grass weeps
hawk flies over
turns to stone.
searching for simplicity
cut and carved
red stone walls
where ancient
song rose upward
carried the spirit
reverberating
the longing
the searching
river bed dries
yellow grass weeps
hawk flies over
turns to stone.
maysa-maria kristina gadelha peterson
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