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By Laurel Ahlfeld Date: 2003 Oct 07 Comment on this Work [[2003.10.07.12.28.23132]] |
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Early morning The sun brushes its delicate fingers across my cheek Its rays gently coaxing me into the reality of every day life But today I'd rather lie here with my memories of when the sun was more beautiful to me A reminder of the mornings when I didn't wake alone And the soft light spilled gently through your window Sliding slowly for hours over the graceful folds of the sheets and the form of your sleeping body Glowing upon your sun kissed shoulders and face Finally striking your fiery locks that matched the rising summer sun |