the sun burns up
the remnants of the night
in unbridled glee
the curtain of sleep
parts in languid slow motion
lets in aliveness
senses awaken
in sweet celebration of
this thing called life
~~~
the sun burns up
the remnants of the night
in unbridled glee
the curtain of sleep
parts in languid slow motion
lets in aliveness
senses awaken
in sweet celebration of
this thing called life
~~~