Morning
The light is flooding in
Spinning whirling dots
Dust motes land soft on my skin
Their glory makes me glow
Spinning whirling dots
The light outlines my thoughts
Their glory makes me glow
Like transcendent snow
The light outlines my thoughts
Dust motes land soft on my skin
Like transcendent snow
The light is flooding in
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