Slept late today.
Kept nearly not being awake.
Leapt out quick when I wasn't looking,
Swept my clothes on,
Crept around and kissed your head.
Sept.Sunday
And you're still here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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I love it - love it because of the short sense of quickfire lines, very cleverly put together with a surprise in the last two lines. I liked the way you kept nearly not being awake, and shall remember that with a chuckle. Fondly from Fay.