Slide back the day denying shutter

Let heat and light and sound flood in

Let white noise sear the crumpled linen

Loosely draped on all within.

Wake the drowsing gentled woman

The hand of day relentless, fierce

Show the bounty of the morning

Through sleep fogged minds

The bright rays pierce.                  

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