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Jan 2021
late Sunday afternoon
we walked on the edge of
the cricket shrilled
emerald pond

heavenward, the chimney wood smoke
curled in the near distant air,
we talked in softness
so nothing felt disturbed
just the moving of our bodies,
lovers mirrored
on a Sunday afternoon

PorcelainTears [Anna-Maria]
December 19, 2020
PorcelainTears
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