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Songbirds

The curtains flutter
in the light morning breeze,
song birds singing their
soft tunes
through the open window.
Tiny strands of dawn
peek through, warming
my bare arms and waking
me.
You’re still asleep,
your chest rising and falling
with each little breath,
your hair tousled about your forehead.
(These are the moments I cherish).

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