Early In the Morning
Early in the Morning
Early in the morning..
When you return
Refreshed from golden spikes.
Come close where Nightingales warble
Holds my faint voice to thee
Come close when it returns with
your faint voice - to me
Early in the morning
when you return
Joyous like an old man
Let thy hands --
Touch me
Let the palm of thy hands
Touched my hands
When the dew of spikes -
drapes my grave
But be careful from the regret thorn.
Copyright © Fatima Nusairat | Year Posted 2014
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