Sunday morning
I wake up with kisses from behind.
The warmth of his breath on my cheek
gives me the feeling of certainty
from the obscure day ahead.
He is love.
He is the ghost that haunts me in a place
between sleep and wake.
The light between my sunrise and sunset.
He reminds me of the scent of mist in the morning
and the radiance of the moon at night.
And his voice…
Yes.
His voice is like a gentle breeze
that can take me to a place
where the clouds meet the earth.
He is him.
©Pancake Bunnykins

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Pancake Bunnykins

An Asian mermaid lost in transition.

I live in an enchanted forest at the end of a rainbow. I have a little window in my room where I can see unicorns playing in the grass field at day and magical fairies dancing under the silvery moon at night.

Let me know what you think 🐰

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