marbled stones
bathed
in glacial cool
hold secrets
her gaze turned
back
the bone path
and forest
the dimming
light
casts shadows
frozen echos
red monuments
cast
lost moments
flipping pages
sunset edging
cuts
the silent rock
love wanting
– Previously Published
maysa-maria kristina gadelha peterson
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