Wednesday, 13 April 2016

Pink dawn


Pink dawn turns to blue
Whole world changes its hue
Morning's welcome news
I'll touch your fingers
No, I must not linger
Know I have no time to lose
Gently kiss your soft skin
Your eyes follow me but I must go
Sever the string that ties me to you
Shower and dress a bit to eat
Then back to see if you've stirred
Your eyes have now closed
You say not a word
I'll see you tonight
I say as I take flight

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6 comments:

  1. Jae Rose13 April 2016 at 05:19

    Ah contentment - a happy thing when it happens

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  2. Anonymous13 April 2016 at 05:36

    A morning ritual that breeds contentment,

    Elizabeth

    https://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2016/04/13/brief-ode-for-poets-in-april/

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  3. Anonymous13 April 2016 at 06:46

    ahh, bliss :)

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  4. brenda w14 April 2016 at 04:03

    Those moments of morning bliss are close to divine. This had me sighing. Lovely write.

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  5. Keiths Ramblings14 April 2016 at 16:25

    I'd hop back into bed if I were you!


    'Bliss': a short story with 4 neglected M words

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  6. humbird17 April 2016 at 11:29

    How peacefully written...

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