Sunlight slips silently between cracks,
The blinds on my window unable to shut out
Day’s retreat into the darkness of night.
But the sweet caress of day, as morning breathes,
Its first breath a gentle sigh that warms my face.
In sleep, in dreams, I smile, content,
Open my eyes—then blinded by the nothingness of light. 

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  • Tuesday 24th Apr 2012
  • 11:34pm
  • Posted by tiptoelightlypastmymind
  • poem poetry creative writing spilled ink
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