Mornings I Share.

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Mornings I Share.


Woke way before the drums of day in the east beat,

The dark frozen blanket of winter ray after ray torn,

The dark clouds above loomed,

Morning like a shy teen girl giggled,

When the frost melted and upon dead leaves fell,

Oh’ I wonder and wonder why you were not here with me,

To feel the warmth of the heart of a poet,

Why you were not here to sit by the bay window and see,

And sip in the pleasure of mornings with me,

Mornings day after day with loneliness I share.


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