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There I was early and bright lingering… waiting for coffee hoping they get it just right when she came in, and oh! what a sight My heart skipped a beat, the room felt warm I turned pale, pale as moonlight Then I see, I see just beyond sight I see in her, I see a light As if one pulled back the morning curtain To a new and beautiful sunrise Gentle at first, soft as starlight pale as the moon. growing just as bright Warm as Dawn’s first kiss, it broke forth upon my heart whiskers and strands of many colored sunlight She became yellow-brimmed and fuchsia limbed pink, magenta, lavender, and periwinkle blue Her brightness grew till all color broke and shattered Then all faded to white All there was, was her, her and her light. but like a sunrise I mustn’t look too long A sunrise isn’t mine to own She saw my starstruck eyes, my hanging chin She answered with a simple ‘Hi' and impish grin But for a moment there was only her, her and her light; While we were lingering… waiting for coffee. hoping they get it just right
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May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 5:29 PM UTC
A Sunrise in a Starbucks
There I was early and bright lingering… waiting for coffee hoping they get it just right when she came in, and oh! what a sight My heart skipped a beat, the room felt warm I turned pale, pale as moonlight Then I see, I see just beyond sight I see in her, I see a light As if one pulled back the morning curtain To a new and beautiful sunrise Gentle at first, soft as starlight pale as the moon. growing just as bright Warm as Dawn’s first kiss, it broke forth upon my heart whiskers and strands of many colored sunlight She became yellow-brimmed and fuchsia limbed pink, magenta, lavender, and periwinkle blue Her brightness grew till all color broke and shattered Then all faded to white All there was, was her, her and her light. but like a sunrise I mustn’t look too long A sunrise isn’t mine to own She saw my starstruck eyes, my hanging chin She answered with a simple ‘Hi' and impish grin But for a moment there was only her, her and her light; While we were lingering… waiting for coffee. hoping they get it just right
keith-miller
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May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 5:29 PM UTC
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