9am, morning light enters through the window,
through the fabrics, the cotton.
i can see the shadow of the metal rail on the floor tiles,
i stood by the window and i watch,
i watch and i watch again.
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everyday is a sunday morning
1 comment:
i love days like those. its like clarity over and over
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