when she wakes
the whole world breaks
into shards
a million shapes
which in countless colours shine
as the night is left behind
and brings forth calico dawn
of patterned sunlight on the morn
a tapestry of passion born
when she wakes
the whole world breaks
into shards
a million shapes
which in countless colours shine
as the night is left behind
and brings forth calico dawn
of patterned sunlight on the morn
a tapestry of passion born
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