The morning dawns,
with the pellucid rosy tint on the buds,
The rustle of the perfunctory cool breeze, .
awakens the birds and the bees.
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Was there a need,
For thou,
To say I’m sorry.
thou called me divine,
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The rising sun has yet to glow
In his resplendent glory,
The moon has not even begun her descent
But I’m here on the shore,
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The morning
feels cool and crisp.
Smells of the fragrant earth
reeks the air,
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Hail Queen of Heavens,
Mother of Mercy,
Mystical Rose,
You steadfast maid
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As you lay on my lap, I awoke one night
Trying to stop the juggernaut of dreams
Sweet as u lay, on my lap like cream
In those dreadful dreams,
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SEEK NOT,
a pretty face,
Chaste as Minerva,
gorgeous as the Belgian lace,
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Moth was asked
by a smiling flame,
“You” ready to play
the alluring game.
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Wondering! ! ! ! !
Thoughts and fantasies reeling,
When asleep-things I wish
Wish no fear
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