Dawning
the orange sun of morning is muted by the mist
Golden trees glow by the light with which they're kissed
And peace permeates until I cannot stand still
And my soul dances with this early morning thrill
Golden trees glow by the light with which they're kissed
And peace permeates until I cannot stand still
And my soul dances with this early morning thrill
posted by earthkissed | 7:42 am
2 Comments:
so ur a morning person now becsta?? ;)
I can appreciate the morning, I just prefer to never be given the opportunity:)
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