Photo Xanela
is Sunday April skies awake rested without sad
clouds covered the balconies
joy wrapped in scented colors
wishes to forget steps
not feel tired of life their
pain walking trails wrapping flowers in silence
longed slow
hear the panting of the waves
how sweet the sound on the sand
how gentle sway in the breeze sways
temple is my sea shells her blue
banishes fear and grief
its light source of peace and smile.
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