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The balcony peaked upon the dawn-lit street with it's two shuttered blue eyes, as if it were a waking lady seeing through long eyelashes.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 15, 2021.
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In the mornings, in the golden rays of each new day, my heart was a new page and my soul laced up its boots.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 15, 2021.
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Upon the balcony my soul is ever Juliet, so if you want to stand here with me, let your soul ever be Romeo.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 15, 2021.
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The balcony was by far my favourite part of our apartment. It was a place to let romance into the soul as the world passed by on the city street.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 15, 2021.
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The balcony grew from the walls of the house as generous arms from a host, or perhaps those of a mother to cradle her infant child. The metal had a patina of ocean greens and blues, or perhaps it was more the hues of a mossy forest floor in softened early light, yet either way it was beautiful.