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
Jan 9, 2021
Jan 9, 2021 at 1:52 PM UTC
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
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