Too soon it wakes. That tempestuous being that steals my peace. But tonight I will find it again. Until morning breaks again for me.
The world still belonged to the sleeping. Few have stirred from their slumber, and the quiet belonged to me. Briefly I held time to savor the precious moment that was mine alone. I looked out as the play of a wakening world unfolded. Covered in glistening frost and snuggling fog. And I was its sole audience.
Too soon it wakes. That tempestuous being that steals my peace. But tonight I will find it again. Until morning breaks again for me. Comments are closed.
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