Rouse

In the morning, ~

Sunlight turns the dew of night ~

into stars that jingle bright. ~

In the morning, ~

Bracken rolls its duvet down ~

when the sky reveals its crown ~

turning air blood-orange fresh ~

rousing souls in Beastie’s breath.

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