Monday, April 28, 2014

Gentle soul.

I wrote this half-asleep one morning, in a moment of deep self-love.

I love my gentle soul
Lying in the dark
Just murmuring herself awake
Opening eyes with slanted cracks
To the bells of an alarm
The morning starts
In a hazy mist
And I sit up slowly
To embrace the dawn

Good morning, gentle soul
How peaceful you look
As you breathe softly
In a musical rest.

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