Wednesday, June 02, 2004
Good morning
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I snuggle
in my cosy thick white covers,
sun filtering through the drapes,
warmth settling on my face.
I cover my face with my soft feather pillow,
beneath which i hear muffled footsteps;
The bed sinks in on the side,
someone lifts my pillow.
My weary eyelids open
and in the hazy view of the glaring sun,
I see a familiar silouette,
so familiar,
I almost find myself seeing the facial outlines.
Good morning sounds almost like...
like glissando on the harp,
interlocking between the high and low range,
the flow is amazing.
=(
niaoren 6/02/2004 02:32:00 PM