old man walking
smiling dog close beside
a young child’s
luscious laughter
daddy in tow
red wagon splashing
while leaves spill
out from glistening
trees lining the walk
little bugs twirl and dance
as women tosses hair
exposes rosy lips
whistling the hours away
time collapses upon
the reflections of
what the deluge
left behind
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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