gloaming
holding hands form
fingers knitted
indistinguishable
fabric weaving
beauty within
the gentle folds
walking time
blended melody
sings, skipping barefoot
the scented cut grass
as summer forms
beautiful sculptures
that dance azul
plays the scene
center stage in life
with passing hours
such that gloaming
turns vibrant orange
invites celestial
giants to emerge
returning home
maysa-maria kristina gadelha peterson
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