It came with thunder roar
sudden against the walls
cracks that opened skies
falling like stars’ showers
laying there on grassy hill
the wind howled your name
hearts bled the tears of lost
while laughter combed trees
dark shadows like sentinels
marching across the horizon
dreamt of better days when
evening fireworks were a blessing
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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