maurizio anzeri
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dream places,
like all fragile things,
are always best
in winter
when the sun is low
and shadows long.
when shallow breaths
taste the chill air
laced with cinnamon
and fire
and delicately
is the only way
to hold anything.
like old china tea cups
and christmas tree baubles.
(the painted glass kind.)
and hearts
of course.
5 comments:
Your lovely words match the lovely image...
Dream places made of lace, you write with such truth and delicacy.
xxx
Fabulous and great inspiration!!
Love your blog :-)
Hugs
Christina
love your blog!
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