Nestled under the covers
arms curled to her chin
Lips curved into a smile
a soft rainfalls begins
Wet breezes through the window
caress her quiet dreams
Somewhere in Nature's arms
a bird finds melody
Tea steeping stronger
waiting to be held
Body spent from pillow talk
no one will ever tell...
Quiet thoughts dance
in the shining mirror again
And the morning afterglow
has silently just begun
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