Tag: morning
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Homo Erectus
I love you when the first light hits, and I spy the white trails of sleepy spit, When you yawn and your hot breath wafts my way, When you sniff your pits and start your day, I love you when your eye-crust shines, As your red-veined peepers gaze into mine, When you scratch your crotch…
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Dawn Requiem
The night has taken me now and it is morning. A day of mourning. Your tears as dew drops on the blades of grass at dawn, Your sighs the gentle wind that dances with the trees, My funeral song resounding as the birds begin to sing. Remember me each day and I have not died…
Serena Malcolm 