Morning Song
It is not the morning come too soon
...For the sands in the hourgalss fall too fast...
An hour, at least 'tis left my love
...So what shall we do 'til dawn has cast?
Perhaps lift the veil once again?
...Sample the fruit just one more time?
And then serenly bask in the aferglow, 'til then?
poem by Theodora Onken
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