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Jan 2021
what my mind approaches
what I tilt my head to
and my hands reach for—

all the beautiful things
preserved in their truth

spring in the flower,
the fall of the leaf,
the rays of summer
and white canvas winter

precious things I pause to notice

PorcelainTears [Anna-Maria]
November 14, 2020
PorcelainTears
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