Blog 2- Morning
I came across a morning song that so familiar felt,
Warm blanketing my cushioned head, my weary limbs did melt.
Back down to bed but not to sleep, I pulled the morning in.
And as the sun sung to the panes, the light crescendo-ed in.
Sleeping in can be glorious. Enjoy it if it's for you this weekend.
Warm blanketing my cushioned head, my weary limbs did melt.
Back down to bed but not to sleep, I pulled the morning in.
And as the sun sung to the panes, the light crescendo-ed in.
Sleeping in can be glorious. Enjoy it if it's for you this weekend.
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