shadows

little dried rose petals
hung by the door
where old photos tell
stories sung long before

back country river trips
long, lazy summer days
jungle wildflower blooms
river rapids’ misty haze

lyrics in foreign tongue
melody sweet now begun
holding echoes of daylight
shadows my thirsty night.

Lina Gadelha

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