Waking to the morn
the first bird songs have returned
in branches of the oak tree.
Rolling to see you
under the power of dreams
a slight smile parting your lips
What part of heaven is this?
I want to stay forever!
In a list
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glorious!


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Amen to that!!! *grin*


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I love the title, too.

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Jeff -
this is a beautiful moment..love this


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hot dern fellow, you need to keep rolling on this one!!!
tis good.
Tamara


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Like the way you connected the morning to your love in this aubade--great poem!


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