Dawn stretches its limbs across the horizon and you lie sleepless with the scent of night on your skin. Trees dance to the soundless song of morning and the fiery creatures of the earth rise from earth's secret places. The eyes yet heavy. As the sun rises, the reasons for being here emerge. Great song and strong drink. The dance that brought two together made one. A still breeze and the smallest branches scratch at the window. A sparrow lands on the sill, it surveys and flies away. The sun is up. It's time to leave. You lift back the veil. The last look and you're gone.
Got this out of a friend's t-shirt. I just like the flavor of it, like sweet californian orange juice
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