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
Jan 10, 2021
Jan 10, 2021 at 10:52 AM UTC
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
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