Morning
Indigo sky starts to fade. The black grass turns to light jade. Pink wisps start to form As the world transforms. Little birdies start to peep Sneaky owls fall asleep.
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Indigo sky starts to fade. The black grass turns to light jade. Pink wisps start to form As the world transforms. Little birdies start to peep Sneaky owls fall asleep.
Your downy eyelashes flutter ever so slightly As the pleasant glow of dawn begins to swell, slowly, And overflow like honey Between the horizontal slats of my dusty blind.
I was feeling down Low energy So much so I couldnt look at your picture that always brought me joy to do The turmoil felt embarrassing I only want you to feel my passion and greed (for you) And see...
She wakes She stretches Her eyes Alight Morning Sun shines So, so bright. And yet The moon h a n g s In the sky As though It hates To say 'good bye'.
As I look out from my window, I see sliding down the pane, Little moisture beads of water, From a morning rain.
I awoke this morning With the sun pouring Across my face Into an empty space My worst dream come true I had to get up and find you As I pulled on your t-shirt My heart it hurt In search I went And...
In the bleak mid-July, the sounds of Bristol Harbour collaborate to a seagull symphony, excited by this year's Harbour Festival and the prospect of prize pickings, the highlight of their greedy...
A glance thru my window Revealed to me A calm, still morning For all to see A field of green Beside a lake Layer of mist A spell to break A dog walker His faithful hound Carrying a stick His...
Her glistening glass eyes reflected the rain drops on the stain glass window. And her body lay still on the ironed white sheets. It was misty but the rain had fallen.
In the Sweet Silence of the Morning Clear- The Dew creeps back from whence it came. The Birds' morning-song chimes out like the peel of the distant Church Bell- Ringing out the Midnight Morn.
The dew drops sprinkle the grass Filling the lawn with tears of heaven The cold morning breeze Sways the trees Back and forth The gentle giants Stretch their green fingers Reaching for clouds To hold...