I know she is crying. Her tears fall on the wrong side, into the bottomless well inside her.
Mornings in JeninDeath, in its certainty, is exacting its due respect and repose before it takes my hand.
Mornings in JeninRotating movement of the morning; in thy virgin heart, a piece of eternity breathed.
Love Poems: Love Conquers AllYou are the morning smiles and the midnight whispers; how can I forget you without forgetting them.
LOVE, HATRED AND MADNESSWhat’s wrong is that every morning and every night, I lie in bed wondering why you’re not beside me.
Ten Tiny BreathsShe asked where he lived. Second to the right,' said Peter, 'and then straight on till morning.
Peter Pani'm glad to be alive in a world where his gently awakening eyes nourish the morning sun.
Turquoise SilenceYou've got to get up pretty early in the morning to beat me to my rooster costume.
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