~tranquillitia


September water drips in our eyes smiles and kisses in the spring rain we smoulder still rain trickles, necklace patterning from ends of tangled hair traced with your eyesSeptember
your fingertips
half formed words spill from my lips bittersweet vowels of unrehearsed languages
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Bundooraclouds are visible against the growing darkness smoky, with edges of torn paper, they slowly shift to reveal tiny pinpricks of stars bright against the 7pm blue (a pot of cobalt ink flung to the heavens to stain the sky)Bundoora
trees waver in the breeze; suburban lights twinkle and glimmer
the air is redolent of that particular Maccas smell.
an endless cycle of traffic signals sees vehicles flow along Plenty Rd, ever toward their destination. (continues, long into the hours of sleep, breaking the monotony


My Mother's HouseOld fashioned roses, milky white, press their perfumed hearts to the sentinels beneath;My Mother's House
granny bonnets standing short in livery of cream and royal purple. Aquilegia pride in name and beauty.
Stained glass sunbeams mark rainbows on the antique dresser, permeating the best crystal
to warm its prisoners. Shadows lengthen into darkness; Hunters Moon rising, blue
green leaves greying with the night. The household sleeps.
Ever willingly, dawn is in the east; first weakling rays of light peer through w
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Thanks so much for the fave!
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The condition of being composed of earth's elements, or a thing so
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