• julyhues 6w

    Five minutes of morning daze

    The leftovers of the night's dream
    The residue of twilights trance
    A bit of sweet ecstasy of the morning hour
    Rushes through the open pores
    Enters the half-awake eyes
    Cuddling the soft sunrise breeze
    To sprinkle joyous flashes of
    Dreamy past once lived