I find it difficult to not cliche my happiness
because when I turned to face the dawn this morning,
I found that your face was a new day
Your rays peeped shyly through my blinds
and kissed my eyelids gently as if you were worried
that if you breathed too hard, I might awaken and dissipate
So I consoled you by skipping towards your horizon
while songbirds burst forth from my throat to serenade you
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