Poetry of Love, Resistance, & Solidarity

A free fall landing
could wake us up.
A sigh, a season passed.

We could fall with open eyes
through stars, surrendering too.
Light reflects a familiar face.

— Thea Nietfeld

Once awake,
we could stretch
to embrace the dark.
The turning is faithful.

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