I see it rise everyday, like a tiny dot
that climbs up in your morning eyes
to become a spark. The night's curls
melt in a soft surrender to your pink.
I touch the luck line that's engraved
in my palm, to make sure that the
days smiles beyond the sunset too
like an eternal promise of tomorrow.
Your sweet breath travels deep
in me, it tinkles the love chime
that echoes my heartbeat as
the sunbeam kisses a mote's cheek.
The timeless silence whispers
eternity to me, mind sifts through
the memories stacked neat in
history's illumianted shelves.
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