MorningA Poem by Andrew S. Loveland
When next you go there carry me too, my love; To the place where we lay pregnant; with anticipation of the gathering morn. Where duplicity lies furthest from our minds; and words left unspoken say more rest here with me a while 'til the watery dawn dripping gold... from above ...calls us back home
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Added on November 8, 2008AuthorAndrew S. LovelandDublin, IrelandAboutAndrew S. Loveland (15 Apr 1975) was born in Aberdeen, Scotland but raised in the village of Lhanbryde, in the heart of Speyside. Andrew currently resides in Dublin, Ireland where he balances working .. more..Writing
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