6 September 2012
She wakes She stretches Her eyes Alight Morning Sun shines So, so bright!
And yet The moon h a n g s In the sky As though It hates To say 'good bye'.
She slips Her body From. The. Sheets. Her hair Sticks UP In c o o d r k e
pleats.
A morning Beauty Au naturele
What of the day?
Oh. Who can tell?
Awake To Sunlight. • Opuss № I