a sign a day
sometimes unseen
hides and shines
flowers in her
hair, yellow bright
and how to smile
until it hurts
joy raise a note
deep, throaty
or airy bright
almond scented
fractals caught
in rays of light
green past
the window pane
green passed
a sign a day
so small, so pale
for waiting what
already given rests
past the green
past the blue
passing beside you
just listen.
Very beautiful, Maysa… and poignant. love u,m.
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