something stirs
the evening’s bliss
quivering strings
fold strange music
whips through stone
drafts misty gray
your memory ghosts
these strange halls
long past wanting
those dark curls
pearls of blue pierce
these somber days.
maysa-maria kristina gadelha peterson
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