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Dec 2019
iridescent, moonlit shore
heavens wash upon us,
in a transient town
trekked through
many moons before.

While the light
in the iris dims
beneath the peak,
we let
our bodies speak.

There is a truth
we seek, and
it nears us
beyond the
curvaceous
streets ahead.
  
Mystic musings
led us here,
we lose control
and let the divinity
steer.
Samantha Cunha
Written by
Samantha Cunha  Los Angeles
(Los Angeles)   
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