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My Morning Glory

Samantha M., Kiln, MS By WistfulThinking, Kiln, MS

The morning dew,
awakens me,
as I stride towards you,

Gently kissing,
my bare heels,
silently watching,

Dew clings to clothes,
moistening my eyes,
creating woes,

Your not far gone,
slowly you go,
with the rising sun,

Fingers reach to find,
for you,
for time,

Morning dew drys,
without warning,
without goodbyes,

My Dear Morning Glory,
your not here,
Until next dawn's dew.

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