A hush descends, a pause between,
The world on hold, a tranquil scene.
Anticipation, soft and sweet,
A gentle tremor in tired feet.
The air is charged with whispered sighs,
A melody that softly lies
Just out of reach, a tempting lure,
A promise whispered, evermore.
Sun-dappled leaves in slow ballet,
A symphony for senses' play.
The scent of flowers, newly born,
A fragrant prelude to the morn.
A heart that quickens, breath held tight,
A dawning glow, a coming light.
The taste of hope, a sugary kiss,
A prelude sweet, to coming bliss.
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