The Earliest of the Birds

by EmilyBlythe   Sep 9, 2006


Sitting on your bed at the early hours of the morning

with nothing to do

but let your body fall numb

let your eyes fixate on the slowly rising sun

& let your ears tune into the noises of the nocturnal world.

Everything in your life

& your mind

is cleared away in seconds

& all you know is you are there

in that moment

for that moment

& with that moment

You realize you, are alive

& life, is beautiful

by emilyblythe ©

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