Whoever wakes first,
fake like you still sleep
So the other can get up
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Whoever wakes first, fake like you still sleep So the other can get up and into the kitchen creep simple and meaningful. tony
let's make our hearts get into sync and then we'll worry about what to thin
Magical drink of love! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Good write. let's make our hearts get into sync and then we'll worry about what to think.
To brew for us a magical drink to start the brain to make it think about what to think.... //.... Wonderful Ode with a refreshing brew of coffee. Thanks.
let's make our hearts get into sync and then we'll worry about what to think....beautiful poem penned; congrats for being selected as POD
The last night light slowly makes dreamy the path silent the wood was rhythmical breeze by the window glass leaves into leaves womb and the owl eyes glittering the far sky breast and ended the path of sleeping knocking the door of love the dawn sun comes to awake before awaking the eyes fully drowsy kiss drawing the day on the pinch of bathing drops kitchen greetings with the scent sweet bitter in that sense of drinks breaks the whole drama of couple blink
ODE TO COFFEE AND WIFEY.... let's make our hearts get into sync and then we'll worry about what to think
Morning sickness broiled over the bed tea upon the first ray of the daylight......well said.....10++