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MORNING

Submitted by Geremia on Fri, 2014-01-17 07:44

MORNING

what do I do now,
the morning blooms
too bright
for my eyes to bear.
it's cold and there
are
things I must do
too tired to shuffle
through these empty rooms.
the day will be long
again
and I have no one to talk to
no one to fill my heart
to help me from falling apart.

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Rula

Fri, 2014-01-17 09:40

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sad read joe. Hope the bright morning will bring you some day a friendly heart to fill yours and at least with words we can share with you part of your world, your poetry.
Thanks for sharing.

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Geremia

Fri, 2014-01-17 09:45

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:) dear friend.

joe

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loved

Fri, 2014-01-17 11:10

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Talk to the sun

Look yourself up in the mirror of time
we all age,
the world’s only a stage,
why rage,

read a library book
page after page
and then
meditate, meditate, mediate
read my left over ones today,
you have a long, long, long way

come and smile
as I comment on yours,
in my imitable way

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Rula

Fri, 2014-01-17 11:18

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advice indeed dear loved.

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loved

Fri, 2014-01-17 13:57

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modified as advised

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Seren

Sun, 2014-01-19 07:48

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This is a morning that many awake to, me included some days lately I just want to turn over and go back to sleep and forget the world while I sleep my life away but I cant do that I have to keep on going as best I can the last couple of days I have spent packing an cleaning etc. Its been an emotional ride the last few weeks and I am trying to face the dawn, I have to say I love the night its quiet and dark beauty has always appealed to me never more so than now

wonderful poetry hun sad but .... you know

much love my friend your Jayne xxx

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