Morning (draft)

I love waking up to the birds,
Song.
I love the silence heard.
The inbetween world of no words,
Without cares.
I love the morning-
That greets the plains,
Rising peaks from slumbers laid.
Covered in blankets purple-blue-black.
I love the motions winding back-
And forth.
-Our bodies washed on shores.
Behind the masked senareos=
Sole contracts and human form.
Our bodies washed on shores.
I love the motions winding back
and forth.
A mind creeps out to play.
Awake to the societys dream,
After the dreams it lay
With me upon my bed.
I love waking-
Walking dream.
Questioning reality.
Sanity.
Since tweeting songs of clarity.
Moments LOST in awe / moments ALIVE in awe.
Stillness.
Not always present,
Winding motions of clocks
Cycles laid to- Wash us up.
Moving ever…
Chasing= Feathers of silence.
Learning obediance=
Grandmother willow.
Waking from pillows,
Our bodies washed on shores.
I love the motions winding back,
and forth.

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