February 5, 2012
The moment you awake
before the world's force
hits you.
Spring's welcome smell.
The stars diligently watching
over you as you sleep.
Sitting on your porch
with a cup of lemonade.
Pages turning.
Putting pencil to paper.
Plucking on a blue guitar.
through the woods at sunrise.
Silent January afternoons.

Having somebody love you.

Loving somebody else.

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