Mornings like magic

I'll let a little girl inside me

To do a happy dance

On days of quiet mornings

That wake me with a blank mind

And with a still empty nothingness,

That is so close to

What is known as peace.

It's an ecstasy inside my head

To prison my frizzy curls to a bun

And sip on a strong cup of coffee

With the sparrows chirping around,

Sighting dew drops falling of big leaves.

The beauty about my slow morning

Adds up when the little girl I let in

Persists me to give her more space

Than my head to dance

And I let her through myself,

Sometimes when I water the grass

Through sprinklers that spread water and magic.

This magic then sticks on to me

And then I can't stop it from flowing

From me to every corner of my house.

It looks a thousand butterflies

In rainbow colours flying happily

And flutters golden stars 

That look like the wands of angels.

I will then find the little girl

With huge beautiful wings

On the mirror fluttering star dust.

She casts a spell on me

In silent whispers and hush tones,

That awaken me in a whimsical way

Into my dream land of magic

Where my thousands of little girls 

Are dancing to the immortal ecstasy.

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