Thursday, November 5, 2015

Morning

Lips moist from the drool
that spread to her pillow
as she dreamt.
Eyes gleam
with a natural sunlight
that permeates the room
with shades still drawn.
Lips crinkle at the edges
as she smiles, embracing
each morning with a
courageous naivety.
Outside the window the snow falls
heavily; we must not leave.

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