Sunday MorningA Poem by BrookMy sleepiness never faded, but neither did my smile.
The moon disappeared, along
with the night. The house was over come with a luminous light. The birds began to sing, and in the air lingered the smell of breakfasts cooking. My sleepiness never faded, but neither did my smile. My heart grew fonder of the morning, even though there was a weather warning. Torrential rain, the weather man muttered. "Do you want one or two, would you like them buttered?" I nodded at you, and you gave me a wink. You passed me my breakfast, and i dug in. You kissed my forehead, and whispered to me, "Come back to bed, sweetie."
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15 Reviews Added on May 14, 2014 Last Updated on May 14, 2014 AuthorBrookBirmingham, United KingdomAboutI enjoy writing a lot, and i aspire to be a journalist. I'm happy to receive feedback, especially if it's about grammar. I come online when i have time. I have a blog also, where i write about stu.. more..Writing
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