between
misty
budding green
cooing doves
nest cottonwood
rises
purple new
day where
lazy morning
words hang
rolling
gently
the lovely fog
whitening pages
embrace
fills the gaps
your tapping rain
a song
a story
a sigh.
maysa-maria kristina gadelha peterson
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