day person

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i stretch to touch the morning,
eyes gleaming with deep blue.
rice cooks on the stove and i hear my father,
an early-riser with wrinkles around his eyes,
setting the table.

i lie under my blankets,
just thinking.
the birds outside tell each other good morning,
and i listen in.

love settles in my heart deeper than ever before.
i am soaking under the weight of it.

the day always suited me better than the night.