Slow mornings in the warming light,
steam flowing out of my cup,
my fingers kissed by the porcelain heat.
*
Music plays from the forest canopy,
my window a canvas of the natural world,
tweets slipping through the crack atop the breeze.
*
I crave for these moments
like the caress of a lover.
I ache for the sensation
like seduction of the soul.
*
Is it much for time to stand still?
Is it difficult for the world to pause?
Or simply for myself to listen?
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Krystyna Kwiatkowska
Krystyna Kwiatkowska is an American writer currently studying English and Polish literature in the Midwest. She creates within a variety of mediums, her stories weaving in-and-out of genres from the fairytale to the gothic.
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This made me feel so calm. Beautiful words.