Drift Away
by Christian Perez
after the wind stopped blowing
the trees settled in
a gentle fragrance
that reminded me
of a time. so free,
no goals other than
to have fun. where one
memory has been forgotten
another is found between the
misguided, yellow
frequencies that don't stop
riveting the mind
Angel
by Rachel Gorelik
Sweetness wafts through silent morning
Sits coyly on the edge of dawn
And then, with, breaths of lilac, gone
Its misted kisses still adorning
The terraced sill it rested on
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