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The morning poem

I love mornings that are sleepy,
Where you dream walk to the doorstep,
And smile at the cloudy sky,
When you remember your dreams
And laugh at the odd things you said,
Not to forget the poems,
Oh the morning poems he sends,
Some self written, sone not,
Few wordly views,some love notes,
Like your hopes have arrived
In shiny packages of kisses,
Such are mornings i love
And plan to luve forever with him.

Dear Sister

Long time ago,
I sang few lines,
praises of you
and your love
that fills my time;
I wonder if you
remember this
or let those thoughts
behind some where
as you moved on;
so today I thoguht
to try once more,
to appeal to you
with my ways
of dealing words.
will you like
to hear of clothes
the fabrics and colors,
the random mix and match
some lovely, some odd?
Or would you prefer
to hear of the stuff
full of glitter and gloss,
part real,part not
some precious,some lost.
Or maybe you can
finally cherish
the spaces this poem charts,
the smiles that shine free
even as we stand world apart.


Prompted @ OSI , sunday Scribblings , OctPoWriMo