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Jan 2021
knowing where to go,
light sweeps ashore
& curls around our feet

the wind-brushed clouds,
mountains and sculptured maples
so close, the lungs inhale them

I'll find peace, where peace lies
in sky-drops of rain,
& in wide bourbon-coloured eyes
of small wood creatures

PorcelainTears [Anna-Maria]
December 5, 2020
PorcelainTears
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