it only comes
when no one
is looking, the
leaves fluttering
butterfly wings
when the chill
remains golden
and blue skies
startle awakening
with cinnamon
spiced tenderness
touches memory
calls you home
searching for simplicity
it only comes
when no one
is looking, the
leaves fluttering
butterfly wings
when the chill
remains golden
and blue skies
startle awakening
with cinnamon
spiced tenderness
touches memory
calls you home
maysa-maria kristina gadelha peterson
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