a backwards glance
suspended moment
always this
split through
intention
a beginning
an ending
captured
in the seconds
between
thought
and knowing
the moon
eclipses
your heart
hung across
the darkness
drumbeat thunder
and sudden
light.
do you remeber that aunt Zidia always called you ISA!? centuries ago.. love,mom
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Very impactful, MY…isa!M.
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