First Kiss
Beyond the night, before the sun,
I decipher the love of a snoring twilight.
In that stillness, I danced with my mind,
Under a blanket of clouds and stars.
And she woke up, whispered in my ears,
Toppling a palette of colors in the sky.
Hours of slumber still waning her smile,
Eyeing me, it widened with warmth.
What's so special if our meeting is usual?
It is, as I'm waiting for her first kiss!
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