If I Were The Sunrise

Some days I swear I can drink the sunrise
I could race it to the horizon and back up again
And if the orange tint got closer to my reaching hands
And the rose mist wanted to waltz around my molars
I would just become the colors myself
Hands dissolving into rainbows trapped in dewdrops
The twinkle in my eye coming to rest upon your windowpane
My voice traded to a rooster, my lips traded to a mountain-frame
Hair washing over villages of people still asleep 
 

ZoeBee

VT

18 years old

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