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The time of day in which I feel most at peace Is when the clock strikes six am in the Summer season Cool morning, the world around me a pale blue Before the sun's fiery eye has peaked over the horizon The air is not hot or cold, and no wind comes to blow the leaves The world is tender and crisp, like the lover's waking hands Cool morning, breaching darkness and outshining stars Before a paintbrush has whisked clouds across the sky Humanity lies dormant in the serenity of peaceful silence And the land is innocent, a light breeze caressing it's blushing curves Cool morning, the moment before I rest A gentle tide of freedom washing over the confines of my body A carefree sleepiness coursing through my veins A temptation disguised as bundled up sheets The time of day in which I feel most at peace Is when my body is relaxed and I know it is finally Cool morning cdl 7/11/13
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Mar 1, 2014
Mar 1, 2014 at 6:24 PM UTC
Chaiebel
Cool Morning
The time of day in which I feel most at peace Is when the clock strikes six am in the Summer season Cool morning, the world around me a pale blue Before the sun's fiery eye has peaked over the horizon The air is not hot or cold, and no wind comes to blow the leaves The world is tender and crisp, like the lover's waking hands Cool morning, breaching darkness and outshining stars Before a paintbrush has whisked clouds across the sky Humanity lies dormant in the serenity of peaceful silence And the land is innocent, a light breeze caressing it's blushing curves Cool morning, the moment before I rest A gentle tide of freedom washing over the confines of my body A carefree sleepiness coursing through my veins A temptation disguised as bundled up sheets The time of day in which I feel most at peace Is when my body is relaxed and I know it is finally Cool morning cdl 7/11/13
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