Fine ChinaA Poem by lovelymarina
Does fine china’s delicacy mean anything to you?
Your harsh touch cannot bear such fragility. You don’t understand it’s detailing, it’s watercolor tones of baby blue, the petals, flower-like, blooming at a stand still. The porcelain bone does not want your forgiveness, your fingertips cannot brush upon royal Albert, for you are ungainly and rugged. If you cannot handle fine china with grace, how can you hold me in your arms? © 2022 lovelymarinaReviews
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3 Reviews Added on December 28, 2021 Last Updated on February 7, 2022 |