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A mid morning's dream In the catching breath of a mid morning dream a lover approaches..... and waits.... beyond wonderment and reason, the season of need to realize..... beyond shyness and modesty, to fill the cup sculpted of want...... beyond the wills and grills of a mother's echo, the child is a woman now. She stands by the bed, at the foot of her dream, And caresses the thought of him.... She swells in the presence of his image, and fragrants the air with the essence of who he is within her being..... Catching her breath in mid morning, Sweetening the air in mid morning, Stopping all time in mid morning, Standing her ground mid morning......... The woman is a child ....... once again....... |
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