Soft mornings

Awake gentle morning
Silience sense sweet
An angel shining
Lying under sheets
Walks toward balcany
Slowly, gracefully
Hunger entreads
Love whispers sofetly
Then I awake
Alone, thinking
Dreams I make
Realities I face
Alone I shake
Yawning alone in bed
Alone again makes me sad



Poetry by AZ
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Written on 2005-11-08 at 19:17

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