My gift to you will be this:
A heart full of happiness
Often eclipsed by
Longing
Gingersnaps on autumn
Afternoons
Being myself at all costs
A poem you’ll find
Tucked into something
On ordinary days
And love when you need
It the mostMichelle Dent
I have to say that the sound
Of your
Voice first thing in the
Morning
Is a marvel to experience
Heavy with sleep unable to
Override
Your mind’s still
Somnambulant state
It sounds like a choir of a
Hundred chanting
Monks
It’s that beautiful
Perhaps those monks
Have been imbibing in the
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