Poem: Pure Euphoria

The morning birds sang
Their sweet wake up song
Same as every morning 
Though all the way home
I thought they sang to me
As a musical accompaniment 
To the walking waking dream
That I was dancing through
The feathery touch of your lips
Touching mine sent me flying
Into a place of pure euphoria
Where I did not want to wake

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