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The first joy of the day is a ribbon of sun that wraps itself around your hand and caresses my shoulder.
It's the breath of the sea and the beach that awaits. It's the bird who sang on the fig branch.
The first sorrow of the day is the door that closes the car in which you go. The silence that settles in.
But good, you return quickly and my life gets back on course. The last joy of the day is the lamp that goes out.
pretty recount of a day in the life of a pining lover. particularly the last line which hints at what that last bit of joy is.
The first joy of the day is a ribbon of sun that wraps itself around your hand and caresses my shoulder.
It's the breath of the sea and the beach that awaits. It's the bird who sang on the fig branch.
The first sorrow of the day is the door that closes the car in which you go. The silence that settles in.
But good, you return quickly and my life gets back on course. The last joy of the day is the lamp that goes out.
pretty recount of a day in the life of a pining lover. particularly the last line which hints at what that last bit of joy is.