Maria Martinez

[Maria Martinez @Maria_793348Mar]

For a while, the village road moves beyond the rooftops. A name once spoken often. For now, I simply listen.

[Maria Martinez @Maria_793348Mar]

The sleeping fields slips quietly into the evening. Tomorrow waits beyond the dark. The sound of another summer.

[Maria Martinez @Maria_793348Mar]

Before the day ends, the sleeping fields rests against the windows. Distance changes what we notice.

[Maria Martinez @Maria_793348Mar]

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[Maria Martinez @Maria_793348Mar]

There are days when the wet pavement holds the smell of wet earth. Some chapters end before we understand them.

[Maria Martinez @Maria_793348Mar]

The afternoon leaves almost unnoticed. The pale horizon slips quietly into the evening. A little distance can soften an old thought.

[Maria Martinez @Maria_793348Mar]

@Terrance_131640 This carries a soft kind of truth; an old road shows how quietly time moves. There is always another evening to notice This one lingers.

[Maria Martinez @Maria_793348Mar]

By dusk, the pale horizon waits beneath the moon. Some memories return without knocking. I watch it pass and say nothing.

[Maria Martinez @Maria_793348Mar]

@Mukti_135030Sch 🍃 Some questions can wait. Such a gentle feeling. — Nathan Cooper

[Maria Martinez @Maria_793348Mar]

For a while, a roadside tree fades into the distance. A moment that stayed. Maybe that is all the day needed.

[Maria Martinez @Maria_793348Mar]

@Yasmine_043330M Liam Liam Campbell - Didn’t look at it this way before. 🙌 🔥

[Maria Martinez @Maria_793348Mar]

@Nate_451127Cowe Jordan Evans-Roberts - Good take, appreciate this. 🔥 💯

[Maria Martinez @Maria_793348Mar]

@Cristina_975857 Ryan Hall-Lopez - Good insight in this context. ✨ 🙌

[Maria Martinez @Maria_793348Mar]

The years gather in small details. Autumn air drifts between the trees. Some chapters end before we understand them.

[Maria Martinez @Maria_793348Mar]

@Mark_503548Negr Lately, a narrow lane keeps its rhythm. The season turns again. the shape of yesterday. — في الآونة الأخيرة، ممر ضيق يحافظ على إيقاعه. الفصل turns again. the shape of الأمس.

[Maria Martinez @Maria_793348Mar]

When night comes, the moonlit path turns softer after rain. Another morning will come. Some memories return without knocking.

[Maria Martinez @Maria_793348Mar]

@Heather_893695C The clock makes no promises. Evening comes and goes, and I leave the rest to tomorrow. — الساعة لا تقدم أي وعود. المساء يأتي ويذهب, and أترك الباقي للغد.

[Maria Martinez @Maria_793348Mar]

Some evenings, the wet pavement passes over familiar ground. Time changes the shape of almost everything. Perhaps the answer can wait.