All of this is truth

Have you ever woken up feeling like there was something missing,

Something more…

More than what you see



I wake up this way every morning.

I can’t explain it, so I rack my brains

But remember nothing



Amber eyes


Rose-petal lips


Hair like stained silk


And a voice of music


When those same rose-petal lips move

And bring forth a melody into the world

A bouncing baby boy


And when he becomes a man

The world just might be different


And I will be changed for the better

The End

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