Hidden eeries of desire echo to angelsongs of love: Dawn

Saturday, May 16, 2009

Dawn

The treacled flood of golden light Bathes my skin at sun rise, My torpid room suddenly bright As eager dawn tickles my eyes And begs me to come out and play And laugh and dance and run And welcome the birth of the day. Gentle slumber's time has gone And solemnly he dims and fades While, with... Sign in to see full entry.

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