by Michael   Oct 3, 2022

Don’t keep yawning
at the sunrise
it's not really cold yet,
even though a blue
coloured rainbow
arches over you.

run your fingers
through my hair
and warm your hands up.

i will braid your mind with ideas
and promise to gently twist your arm,
so as to help you sit upright once again.

together we’ll take a stroll across
the dusty white plains
smoothing out the creases
and leave an untold story in your wake

before the mornings
become darker


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