in my little room
devoid of your warm presence,
the fireworks bring me
closer to the sky above
as you drift away, my love
—Federico C. Peralta
summer stars--
lying on its back
hermit crab
—Federico C. Peralta
cold night—
an empty spider web
holds the moon
—Federico C. Peralta
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