Sunday not in the park

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    Sunday not in the park
    Sunday Morning Without You

    Daylight soon breaks
    The light softly wakes
    And you’re nowhere near to be found

    Missing the touch
    I long for so much
    That makes my heart’s loving sound

    I get up out of bed
    With my frazzily head
    My eyes searching, looking around

    Then I remember
    You cannot slumber
    While resting next to this mound

    I sneak back upstairs
    While you’re unawares
    And next to my princess lay down

    Nibbling your ear
    Smelling your hair
    Happiness again does abound

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    bandit1192 commented on Sunday not in the park

    02-23-2009

    This was the first poem I read. Easy to read, nice flow. I can relate. TS
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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

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