Morning Yawn
.
Stealthily,
through the louvre,
sunshine streams in
at daybreak.
Slowly it seeps
into my dim,
damp room,
showing tiny specks
of dust slow-dancing
there in mid-air
to an awkward tune
of my morning yawn.
.
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