always a pace
ar two ahead
we are orphans of
the storm
the white trumpets
of flowers climb
thanks for
making me smile
I drowned
I faltered
breath
of heartbeat
skipped
Sooner or later
The days
Will prevail
All that glitters
isn’t gold
You have to shift through
To get to the good
Go for
the moon
Now and then
there’s a light
in the darkness
Pay more attention
to silence
it vibrates
among the
Echo’s
Listen to
All the mismatched sounds
We missed
Sarah Mahina Calvello
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