a good morning

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hair flowing as if a breezy sunrise, she walks toward me. reflecting eyes hold me and her smile curls wide like a rose opening out of the morning dew.   slender arms and delicate hands reach for me, momentarily our breathing is one until we kiss and springtime burst awake, blazing with warmth, beauty and love

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