those last few days
together wove
captive moments
intersecting
those lucid dreams
your tender hands
knit the story
reflecting
those notes divine
raindrops glisten
span the silence
resounding
those expanding skies
imprint reflection
lingers time
abounding
this fragile glimpse
our tangled heart,
our tangled heart
fading.
-Photography by Klaus Kampert
maysa-maria kristina gadelha peterson
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