Porcelain ghosts
Dance with the morning.
Night remembers magic
And lingers,
Haunting a laughing sky.
A universe wakes
As the kiss of eternity
Breathes soft from your lips
And I drink your joy.
Porcelain ghosts
Dance with the morning.
Night remembers magic
And lingers,
Haunting a laughing sky.
A universe wakes
As the kiss of eternity
Breathes soft from your lips
And I drink your joy.
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Beautiful Sue
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Thanks, Seonaid.
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Beautiful! We used to have those magnets on our the door to the fridge
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I’d never leave the fridge if I had them there 😉
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Awesome, I drink with joy. Great Sue and who would not start the day on a positive bright day.
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Thanks Kamal
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Very, very beautiful!
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Thank you, Robbie.
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You always evoke such vivid imagery, Sue 🙂
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Thanks, Judy. The constraint of limited words helps, I think 🙂
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Well, it does for you! 🙂
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😀
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Great poem to wake up to. Love the fridge magnet version. 🙂
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That’s the one I start with… the rest is for accessibility and because the picture… well, that morning was amazing.
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A wonderful poem to go along with your incandescent image.
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Thank you, Bernadette. That was a real wonder of a dawn 🙂
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Porcelain ghosts…a perfect description of the mist.
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I hoped it captured the dancing mistwraiths 🙂
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It did!
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🙂
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Delightfully romantic … with subtle hints of the erotic. 🙂
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I’m sure I used to have a smiley with a halo… 😉
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