Morning
To not know what to expect in the day to come
The smell of the crisp fresh air is more then enough to rise
To consume with those in which you belong
To rest in a tub with bubbles to give you warmth
To keep you company and enjoy yours
To relax as you bathe as if nothing else matters
Is the bodys relaxation more then yours
The smell of the crisp fresh air is more then enough to rise
To consume with those in which you belong
To rest in a tub with bubbles to give you warmth
To keep you company and enjoy yours
To relax as you bathe as if nothing else matters
Is the bodys relaxation more then yours
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