the startled doe
acquiesces
dreams the hushing
green
as fog lingers
just to hug
the landscape longer
pinking sky
you in between
caressed by the thought
the stillness
and captured breath
fingertips the frosted
pane
your face
as first light
his kind eyes
approaching.
maysa-maria kristina gadelha peterson
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