Unmade Poem by anais vionet

Unmade



On this winter morning
I'm daydreaming of
warm summer daysprings,
of blue lake glistenings,
of butterscotch skin,
and heartbeat quickenings
of unmade decisions behind blue eyes.

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lying in bed, on a holiday morning, the mind is free to frolic
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anais vionet

anais vionet

Paris, France
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