{"quotes":[{"text":"My Love wakes in a puddle of sunlight.Her hands asleep beside her.Her hair draped on the lawnlike a mantle of cloth.I give her my lifefor our love is wholeI sing her beauty in my soul.","author":"Roman Payne","tags":["beauty-in-literature","beauty-song","love-poetry","love-song","love-songs","love-story","lovely","morning","morning-song-poetry","ode","ode-to-joy","pastoral","pastorale","pastoralist","poeme","poetry","poetry-love","roman-payne","serenade","soliloquies","soliloquy","soul","soul-mate","sunlight","waking","waking-life","waking-up","wanderess"],"id":47193,"author_id":"Roman+Payne"},{"text":"During the night a fine, delicate summer rain had washed the plains, leaving the morning sky crisp and clean. The sun shone warm—soon to bake the earth dry. It cast a purple haze across the plain—like a great, dark topaz. In the trees the birds sang, while the squirrels jumped from branch to branch in seeming good will, belying the expected tension of the coming days.","author":"Cate Campbell Beatty","tags":["desert","happiness","impending-doom","morning-song-poetry","rain","sunrise"],"id":94471,"author_id":"Cate+Campbell+Beatty"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":2,"pages":1}}