i am a tiny porcelain dish
painted over a hundred years,
i’ve overheard passionate whispers,
witnessed happiness and tears,
held silver rings and sparkling things
that were ever loved and dear–
now i have landed here,
cradling an old quartz crystal,
in the quiet morning light–
a midnight perch awaiting
the flight of night-time sprites
spanishwoods 
❤ Beautiful.
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Thank you.
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Nice poem 🙂 It’s a lovely little dish. I wonder what secrets it could tell?
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Thank you. 🙂
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Lovely! 🙂
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Thanks so much.
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Lovely verse and photo!
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Thank you!
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Very nice, and beautiful picture to accompany the poem!
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Thank you very much.
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so art full! your creative words let my imagination soar, very delightful.
loved the verse and the gorgeous photo. beautiful paired!!
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Thank you 🙂
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you’re welcome Sylvia 🙂
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Very very beautiful.
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Thank you so much.
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Youve done well…tiny porcelain dish.
Keep your secrets.
Hold your treasures.
As the passing suns and moons
Light your hidden beauty.
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Lovely.
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Vintage feeling. Wonderful!
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Thank you.
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! Thank you 🙂
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