My soul
Is barefoot
No more
Bark on
My tree
Too exposed
For my own good
Got to
Learn to hide
Strange and clear
So mundane
But important
No one really
See’s me
Except for
The crescent moon
A legacy
Something fragile
Undefinable
Like planting seeds
You’ll never
Get to see
Dream life
Stopping me
In my tracks
Night lullaby
That comes
All reason
Velvet silhouettes
Tired sighs
~Sarah Mahina Calvello
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