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
“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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"The time has come," the Walrus said, "to talk of many things." Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking Glass
