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“Missing february Morning”
Misty coldness of the mystic morning
Yielding the skin to a tingling touch of
Fog covered in velvet tendrils clinging
Onto February dawn's satin glove.
(And the satin glove did trace my hands
To intertwine like the shifting sands.)
Upon the grassy earth I lie askew
Resting weariness on these fresh leaf blades
Then feel the prickling drops of wet dew
Encase my body as dear morning fades.
(Fading slowly to reality
Bring me back banal disparity.)
Except to me, forever is this day
Night stopped, noon stoppered and evening begone
Daylight eternal creeps in brightest grey
Until my love returns in a new dawn
Dawn of return, new welcome to old passion
Enter my morning, memories ashen
“Missing february Morning”
Misty coldness of the mystic morning
Yielding the skin to a tingling touch of
Fog covered in velvet tendrils clinging
Onto February dawn's satin glove.
(And the satin glove did trace my hands
To intertwine like the shifting sands.)
Upon the grassy earth I lie askew
Resting weariness on these fresh leaf blades
Then feel the prickling drops of wet dew
Encase my body as dear morning fades.
(Fading slowly to reality
Bring me back banal disparity.)
Except to me, forever is this day
Night stopped, noon stoppered and evening begone
Daylight eternal creeps in brightest grey
Until my love returns in a new dawn
Dawn of return, new welcome to old passion
Enter my morning, memories ashen
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