streets of birds & lemon trees easels & silences
betrayals. illusion's fragments
where the blue reaches sun
seeking clues. but the air is to wander
fall through the spaces
breathing the scent of lemons the light of branches
among moments downfalls
miracles mirrors reflections
Marcia Arrieta, CA, USA
This poems speaks for the melding and meshing of the mind with the surroundings. It is clever.
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