the birds sing from my backyard
and the morning sun hits my window at an angle,
effusing its gold-tinted rays into the glowing room
i dig deeper for the warmth
beneath the bed covers.
moments like these, i think of you.
Aug 24, 2013
Aug 24, 2013 at 2:36 AM UTC
the birds sing from my backyard
and the morning sun hits my window at an angle,
effusing its gold-tinted rays into the glowing room
i dig deeper for the warmth
beneath the bed covers.
moments like these, i think of you.
