silhouetted before
the room’s glow
silently you walk
the perimeter
appearing there
in silence
need thirsting
below the surface
awaiting invitation
ghostly
close yet
disappearing
cautiously
approaching
delicate exchanges
something trapped
beneath
an icy cap
thawing
words spoken
to reach you
your distant castle
barriers and traps
pained to love
away from
all sight
spring searches
to find you
patiently
aching
to touch
your tender soul.
maysa-maria kristina gadelha peterson
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