daily history type

Doing so well that it seems a dream
And every morning is still surprising
Intimate greeting of the sweet day
Like a supple Apple you have been valuing
You are making cuddling noises deep in the warm
Hunger for the first sip of energy
Intense rising in order to address the light
Shining as bright as your eyes can when
These yawns have been washed away
Obvious tiredness peeling off in layers
Right in time for a bite and some coffee
Your movements start as slow as mine but
That doesn’t last very long
Yellow beams like a gold massage while
Pieces of last night greet us for breakfast
Even the sun is stretching its arms awake

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