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
Jan 9, 2021
Jan 9, 2021 at 3:22 AM UTC
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
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