Sunday morning.
You are fighting against
dreaming and sleeping.
Sunlight sends its beams
through the window.
You look at it half asleep
you see tiny little dots
dancing in the air
in the beams of the morning light
little dust fairies
with wings so fragile
a breath could destroy them.
Nov 28, 2013
Nov 28, 2013 at 4:42 PM UTC
Sunday morning.
You are fighting against
dreaming and sleeping.
Sunlight sends its beams
through the window.
You look at it half asleep
you see tiny little dots
dancing in the air
in the beams of the morning light
little dust fairies
with wings so fragile
a breath could destroy them.
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