yellow sunflowers turn
to follow the footsteps
you left behind
the green tracings
for dust
sight of endless plain
interminable sky
leaves no room
mind wanderings
a raven cries
and i
return
this open field this
night
sees you smile seeing
shadows.
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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