Posted by sunny10 on November 17, 2004, at 15:20:15
Hazy purple morning sun peeking through the leftover mists of night;
Eyes struggling to open against yellow crusts of deep sleep dream tears.Fresh tears ease the lids apart; mud puddle colored eyes squinting against
An orange glow behind golden sheer illuminates netted canopied bed.Lily-white feet slowly appear from side of crimson cotton-sheeted bed:
Head of hair, brown and gold and auburn and newly minted silver emerges.The mustard down-filled duvet/ haven from the world has to be pushed aside:
Whether choice or no, I must leave behind my version of morning rainbow to work.
poster:sunny10
thread:417126
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