blues of my quarantine. songs of quiet spaces of lost.
scapes of no body. no matter hour our words fail again and again.
words can feel . birds can sing and sing.
arrived for stay. as blue skies of lost and found.
tricker norms in confidence places of solitude.
power of silence for grant of us.
blues of our quaranteen or fifteen or even nineteenth.
ages of self closets
homes for earth keeping faith
sea or sky or wind or wisdom of nature.
blues of quarantine. ultramarine walks aline traces or thoughts
blues if quarenteen flavors don’t
see
see oceans of salt
birds up top light house
forget
flowers of rush among tears
blue poison of dust among fears
stones or bones sure you sea
forget
cobalto clouds waves of white light
seeds to raise childhoods of trust
blues apart indigo tissues
letters from home
a tea for free branches of time
moon around us lightning peace
courage to go on to see too sea
Rosário forjaz . Bonfim, Porto, Portugal, Europa, Earth. 300420
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