Dreamlike, the morning comes,
I imagine who is awake on those rabbit runs,
Light streams through,
I feel my warm skin as it gleams,
I open my eyes and uncover colour amidst the whitish creams:
Pale hues of blues with yellows and pastel pinks.
I decide to put on my clothes,
Stroke down any kinks,
The colours are evolving,
I take a deep breath in
Of the fresh country air smell,
Awake, I begin
To walk to the bay window,
Open its mossy panes wide,
And breathe, smell, breathe,
Deeper, deeper inside.
I feel the fresh season tingle my soul
Like it's laughing innocently as it dances through my body whole.
Trees swish in pairs as if they are dancing too,
I catch sight of a big willow tree
With lustrous locks of green plume.
A glorious, united sway,
I suppose they are excited
At the beautiful new day,
I hope I'm not uninvited.
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Comments & Feedback (4)
@RichWithey it is :)) I have a lot of family there but I don't live there myself. I used to be mesmerised by the floodlit cliff walk in Torquay :P
@RichWithey I think it's gone now... The last time I was there it was just a pavement. That's pure evilness right there! At least the park is still floodlit though. :)
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