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Endless China Blue

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The rain had left
Light mist
To roam and flow among
Beds and rows of
Gleaming porcelain, white and
Curving
Like the sweeping of brushstrokes,
And with the smoothness of jade.

While their surfaces glinted and shifted
With emerging peonies and trailing dragon tails,
Glazed midnight blue amidst curling clouds,
Jasmine branches rose from their ceramic innards,
Fresh, fragrant, and foreign -
Utterly intoxicating.
I wanted the moment to last forever.





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