it is a matter of being touched
by this freedom-heavy sunrise,
a matter of feeling like a blossom
exploding into the smallest quiet pieces
that melt into this velvet blue moment
in the universe and—
I don't want to wipe this dreaming
from my eyes
PorcelainTears [Anna-Maria]
November 29, 2020
Jan 9, 2021
Jan 9, 2021 at 3:32 AM UTC
it is a matter of being touched
by this freedom-heavy sunrise,
a matter of feeling like a blossom
exploding into the smallest quiet pieces
that melt into this velvet blue moment
in the universe and—
I don't want to wipe this dreaming
from my eyes
PorcelainTears [Anna-Maria]
November 29, 2020
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