open window breaths
lace curtains gently
swinging the ledge
brushes potted iris
carefully placed
glass bowl fish
hand blown magic
bright colored smile
swimming the sill
the cinnamon scent
of breakfast warming
coffee and rolls
while for a moment
rising sun captures
gaps in distant
hemlock leaves
casts streaking gold
across your cheek.
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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