Thursday, May 6, 2010
The dawn peeping through thin glass pane
Spreading mist, on my blue bed sheet
Stepping into the room
To watch my son smile in his dream
The morning tea
The white porcelain pot
Steam rising from the snout
The fragrance, the warmth
The shower gel
Strawberry and honey
Hot croissant, golden butter
Eating jam from a warm palm
The whiff of cologne
Musk and lemon
The rain, silver baubles on the patio
The breeze, carrying scent of earth
A walker singing in the rain
Jingle of bicycle bells
Lazy smile above the newspaper
A slow, sensuous, promise
at May 06, 2010
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