Crisp Afternoon Morning Poem by Dorothy Taylor

Crisp Afternoon Morning



Crisp afternoon morning,
I miss thee so.
Your cool dew drops once
touched my parched lips.
Singing to my soul like the kiss
of him.
Him, the one.
The only.
Taste the tongue of dew
wishing it was you.
Wondering why,
did you leave me stranded.

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