Miss Morning Stood Poem by sreelekha premjit

Miss Morning Stood



When Miss Morning stood
at my door, I smiled
she lovingly held my hand
rubbed her nose on to my cheeks
gently touched my chin
I stepped in into her embrace
unabashed unshy uncaring
dancing hair on my head
pricking tears in my eyes
I felt her hand at my back
aching legs melted in agony
aching back vanished in love
tired neck -holding my head high
gave in easily
and so we stood
Miss Morning and I.

Sunday, December 11, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: morning
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