![]() morning bookA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR
she reads her morning book
in the autumn sunlight and within our conversation she smiles radiantly gives glimpse of hearts truth natural beauty rendered of the soul is a masterpiece that no artist of word or image in subtle colors fine lines can duplicate her burnished hair spread by morning breeze her delicate gaze softly suffuse natural beauty so sweet to the eye but it also the natural kindness she shows to the odd souls around her that illustrates clearly the best of humanity she brings out the best of all of us she makes me want to be a better man she reads her morning book resplendent in the autumn sunlight a radiant woman of delicate beauty she wants to learn, change and grow she makes me want to be a better man © 2014 MARK JOHN JUNOR |
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Added on October 1, 2014 Last Updated on October 1, 2014 Author![]() MARK JOHN JUNORmiramar, FLAbout© 2015 mark john junor all of my poems are my exclusive property and all rights are reserved more..Writing
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