I loved seeing the orange sun buttered on the bellies of the birds
Sunrise poured on mountains run through with black veins
Blushing and growing in a warm shade that betrays the frost
A colour so delirious, the winter morning wears it like an easy romance
A flood of light held in the cold breath and exhaled from the lungs of the valley
Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 8:20 AM UTC
I loved seeing the orange sun buttered on the bellies of the birds
Sunrise poured on mountains run through with black veins
Blushing and growing in a warm shade that betrays the frost
A colour so delirious, the winter morning wears it like an easy romance
A flood of light held in the cold breath and exhaled from the lungs of the valley
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