Between the tatters
and polished stone
torn and twisted
branches
wrap the sign;
gathering
the remnants
sweeping
some words
sank below
the waterline;
folded
conversation whispers
marking,
marking time;
fragments
‘All the Pretty
Little Ponies’
of what
the storm has
left behind.
– Reposted
maysa-maria kristina gadelha peterson
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