I’m rather fond of a
morning that rouses in her own time
Letting man fend for himself in the trust of the charging alarm
She needs to hide beneath the blanket of gray
Just a little longer
Curled into herself
Lingering on dreams of the man in her moon
The spike of cold rain the driving force to rouse and complete her task
Letting man fend for himself in the trust of the charging alarm
She needs to hide beneath the blanket of gray
Just a little longer
Curled into herself
Lingering on dreams of the man in her moon
The spike of cold rain the driving force to rouse and complete her task
If only for a few small hours
E.A. O'Connell
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