I will sit a little longer
with my hand pressed
between these pages,
white thoughts
and every moment passing,
look at the bluebird
bearing the beads of sunlight
God's granted
my soul will stir
[in you]
until I am dust
slipping off into the breeze
PorcelainTears [Anna-Maria]
November 6, 2020
Jan 10, 2021
Jan 10, 2021 at 7:44 PM UTC
I will sit a little longer
with my hand pressed
between these pages,
white thoughts
and every moment passing,
look at the bluebird
bearing the beads of sunlight
God's granted
my soul will stir
[in you]
until I am dust
slipping off into the breeze
PorcelainTears [Anna-Maria]
November 6, 2020
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