Sunlight breaks through the crack in the curtains.
Dawn has long passed, the room is alive with colour,
With Light.
The breeze pauses, lazily in the air,
It flutters across the sheets,
To kiss young flesh.
Heavy eyes open, from their hollowed home,
The dark rings turn to look across the room.
A smirk appears across the pale face.
These orbs see a figure beside them.
The smirk turns to a soft smile,
A hand reaches out to touch the warm skin.
"Morning." is uttered from the curved lips.
Author notes
This is a poem that sprang to mind only seconds ago, recently I've been waking up to see my own room illuminated by the light, as it filters through my curtains. They fail as curtains, I know. But it reminded me of something, and I felt I'd write about it. ^_^
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