poets may never write again
painters may go color blind
but there is such love everlasting
reaching out understanding
immerses all things blanket warm
which cannot stop the poetry
cannot silence the singing heart
and colors appear from no where
– Renga Round
by Lina Ashcroft
Maysa Peterson
maysa-maria kristina gadelha peterson
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