'Twas early morn'
The sun has't not risen
Restlessly I awoke
A cool breeze kiss'd my flesh
Slowly, I covered myself
My firm breast chilled and bare
Inhaling the sweet aroma of the raining air
My senses slightly aroused
Gazing beyond the open window
Sounds of drips, pitters, and 'patter
Clouds lingering above
Softly, ever so softly
I heard a song beckoning my rise
'Twas Mothers Nature's tweet bird
By Anna Goose
9/11/05
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Created on September 10, 2005
Written September 11th, 2005
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good poem
very nice poem anna I love it, as I love birds so much! -
I like this one but you should add the second version. It's so awesome.
Can't say I wouldn't mind if you left those covers off of you and give me a peek..
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Wow Warrior Poet,
That response is more then I could ever of predicted to get from this pieace. Thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed this poem, I know this is my favorite poem of I have writen. Thank you for spending the time to read this and comment. You know I return the favor each and every time regardless. I enjoy all of your poems. -
There is a second version of this piece. I love them both eqauly but decided to post one and keep the other for the book i hope to publish some day.
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Awwww... this is sweet, Leanna. And very visual (...ahem...that's right better cover that breast
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I like this nice awakening to the morning.
Version 1...does this mean there's more to come?
I'm glad to see you here again, missed ya lately. And I have some new pieces up, too.
Love you, big
Grandma
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