5.15 am 🌿
- Bianca Meusburger-Waldhardt
- 3 days ago
- 1 min read
the early moon spills gold on waking streams
a silver hush where quiet alchemy gleams.
soft light turns water into molten bright
dawn sips slowly from the cup of night.
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