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Gentle breezes stir from the patient fan,

A lover’s whisper on my skin.

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Dense and gauzy mist surrounds me,

A drunken embrace of hypnotic comfort.

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Sunlight filters through leaves and window screens,

The intimacy of first light.

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Like a caress this morning beckons me to join it,

Soft with delightful promises,

And I cannot resist despite the heaviness of sleep upon me.

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I revel in the beauty of this delicate beginning

Loathe to move.