Soft the hazy morning shadows
greet the dawn that follows doubt
when tender words are timid cast
and lips meet lips as clouds that glide
in freshest early morning light.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Short and sweet.
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Such wonderful mornings Michael especially when 'lips meet lips'.
Andy
Indeed - cheers Andy.
Love this. Especially those first two lines.
Ah thanks Melissa.
ANGELA HERE - Good Morning UNCLE MIKE ! Love the *Driftwood Sculpt* very Snape Maltings ! Love the Poem ! One of the many many many advantages of Being Married to Brian is the Early Morning Kisses and often my *First shot of Caffeine in BED* - AMEN !
Blessings & Peace to You & Yours
Love Angela & Brian & Smokey !
Yes very coastal - wish I was closer to the sea and could gather driftwood for these little sculpts - hey I've invented a new noun !
Yes, fine mornings and pic M. How are Miss Berles mornings?
She's cleaning her teeth.
tender words that read like musical harmonies,
tipping the mind to reveries of forgotten treasures
That's kind - thanks LB
A clearly defined image of peace and harmony, of love that lasts through time. Well chosen words that distinctly paint the image, and the reader is there to witness. - Phil A.
Thanks Phil - so pleased you enjoyed the little read.
Sunlight breaks over the cottage upon driftwood shore......
That morning kiss
neath duvet flight
where bodies relax
to nature's delight
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