holding up the trees
leaning the shadows
a presence stirs
the rustling wind
alone calls out
the names
there beneath
twilight’s touch
the burn lingers
leaving only
faint impressions
in the grass
something lost
between the folds
love had made
maysa-maria kristina gadelha peterson
“If you can see your path laid out in front of you step by step, you know it’s not your path. Your own path you make with every step you take. That’s why it’s your path.” ― Joseph Campbell
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