yellow aspens huddle,
a family cluster
tucked in alpine grace.
they are not alone
in this world
as you are
laying on a mossy bed
held within their arms.
a crown of leaves
and branches dance
across a sailor’s sky,
their song touches
your lonely soul
and carries you away
to places even I
may not tread.
maysa-maria kristina gadelha peterson
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