Morning of waiting dew
Last night's stifling stillness forgotten
Skies lighten at the tips of my toes
Shut off to the broken chimes of time
Nuzzling a dying rose
Hoping to revive her
Or me
Last night's stifling stillness forgotten
Skies lighten at the tips of my toes
Shut off to the broken chimes of time
Nuzzling a dying rose
Hoping to revive her
Or me
Beautiful and intriguing take on the mornings. Brilliant work with the imagery and metaphor.
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