The silver blue morning, the chill skin biting dawn. The world calm and quiet. A small breeze whispers through the maples, that stand as if Adam and Eve, the first heartbeats to meet the day.
A warming in the eastern cold sky. The welcome to the resting world to open its sleep crusted eyes, and see this day yet to be perceived.
The birds start their laurel song. The squirrels adding their chittering gossip to the song of this newborn day. An almost unheard crunch of russet leaves underneath an unknown paw, completing the daybreak orchestra.
I feel your arms solid and wanted, a temptation to never leave the night.
I hear the sound of your breathing feathery on my ear, warm and slow.
I turn and see your still sleeping face so natural next to mine. And I can’t help thinking how happy I am to meet the day with you.
Jan 7
Jan 7, 2026 at 10:33 AM UTC
The silver blue morning, the chill skin biting dawn. The world calm and quiet. A small breeze whispers through the maples, that stand as if Adam and Eve, the first heartbeats to meet the day.
A warming in the eastern cold sky. The welcome to the resting world to open its sleep crusted eyes, and see this day yet to be perceived.
The birds start their laurel song. The squirrels adding their chittering gossip to the song of this newborn day. An almost unheard crunch of russet leaves underneath an unknown paw, completing the daybreak orchestra.
I feel your arms solid and wanted, a temptation to never leave the night.
I hear the sound of your breathing feathery on my ear, warm and slow.
I turn and see your still sleeping face so natural next to mine. And I can’t help thinking how happy I am to meet the day with you.
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