underneath the quilted fingers
a softer handshake beckons
curls into space
a slow dance to the morning air
sun brushes the curtains
saying hello, hello, hello
curves into warmth
transpire to open eyes
certain that today is owned
smiling becomes easier
enough time to linger
on an older face surely
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i never own my today's...i only rent them.
plus, i like getting the deposit back when i turn them in
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like a morning breeze
Older only by a day and younger by the hour! As your soul is.
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i adored the curvatious nature to this
reminds me of acceptance for lots of reasons
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This really made me smile
lovely title as well x
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thank you so much
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I not only love your writing, I also love your titles, which are poems in and of themselves, Gill. 
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thank you mrs beatty...
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smiles...."a slow dance to the morning air", that's what this poem is. so lovely Gill. xo.
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indeed miss tara... indeed
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sounds like contentment to me... excellent Gilly.
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nice / very nice / concise / on spot / tight / your poetry is changing slightly for the better
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thank you Michael...
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