Morning
The sun streams through the shades
a gentle breeze kisses my cheek
my eyes slowly open
a cloudburst greets my eyes
new day dawning
possibility rising
green trees swaying outside my window
wind blowing leaves
calling me to rise up and dance.
a gentle breeze kisses my cheek
my eyes slowly open
a cloudburst greets my eyes
new day dawning
possibility rising
green trees swaying outside my window
wind blowing leaves
calling me to rise up and dance.
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