Chronicled Memories

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  • Morning Kiss

    Morning Kiss

    As you wake upon your pillow, I tempt a bashful stare.With a blossomed heart of contentment,Your vision jolts me like a snare.With the Sun glistening through the linen curtains, The mist tendrils begin to rise.It’s warmth encapsulates the room, And sprites the rays within your eyes.Waking with the world that you inhabit, You stretch and Continue reading

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