catches the light
reflecting joy
the tiny dancers
fluttering breezes
little fairies blown
in from the south
rest here now
upon my sill.
searching for simplicity
catches the light
reflecting joy
the tiny dancers
fluttering breezes
little fairies blown
in from the south
rest here now
upon my sill.
only when
your gray
appears
does the light
of other days
fade dreams.
maysa-maria kristina gadelha peterson
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