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such is the beautiful company
of the meadow and mountain,
the radiating heat of sunlight
on my bare feet
shadows that never shout
nor ever despair

but all these burning moments
in autumn's turning colours,
I think how lovely
walking through the grass,
a day would feel with you

PorcelainTears [Anna-Maria]
November 10, 2020
I will sit a little longer
with my hand pressed
between these pages,
white thoughts

and every moment passing,
look at the bluebird
bearing the beads of sunlight
God's granted

my soul will stir
[in you]
until I am dust
slipping off into the breeze

PorcelainTears [Anna-Maria]
November 6, 2020
my sister—
your love was as soft
as the morning rain,
our conversations
too innocent not to be beautiful
and when we locked our arms
and pressed our ankles together
to walk through a river of puddles,
the world was right,
our dreams, tranquil and endless

PorcelainTears [Anna-Maria]
November 7, 2020
it was a late summer evening
& here was the ocean
as ancient and measureless as our time

here was the dome aglow,
moon shadow on our faces
one shade closer to the colour
of the pulse between us

& here was such a night
I knew I'd love you
beyond this lifetime

PorcelainTears [Anna-Maria]
November 8, 2020
I remember everything
between walls and doorways,
every picture hung on small nails,
every breath we took
shoulder to shoulder close

the echo of footsteps
heartbeats
quiet dances
the happy flowers in our hands

the labour and the leisure
of every day I've ever known

PorcelainTears [Anna-Maria]
November 10, 2020
life has special meaning
and notes between music
it has deepness and mind
mystical translation
to the eye and ear

when we are [especially] silent
it moves us...
in wordless ways
beyond extensions
borders and walls

we quiver, arch and feel
     lightness

PorcelainTears [Anna-Maria]
November 10, 2020
everything sets at the window

like; drips of moon ink,
the lingered scent of a summer's day

the pleasure of a romantic moment
our smiles, wet with rain
the song of— time in the bottle

PorcelainTears [Anna-Maria]
November 12, 2020
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