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Morning glory

Summer sun rising every gracefully.
It permeates glorious through my bedroom window.
I feel it tickle my cheek.
A first good morning kiss.



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Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2018

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Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart

April 29, 2018 at 10:23 PM

I'm with Caren on that one. Let the sunshine in! Sweet ink. xomo!

Caren Krutsinger

April 29, 2018 at 7:29 PM

This is why I do not like my black out drapes; I have nailed them onto the ceiling since my husband insists we keep them. I love watching the sun wake me up,much more gentle that those buzzer things.

Kai Michael Neumann

May 1, 2018 at 2:31 AM

Funny. We have bric a brac plates on the dining room ceiling. Lots of sunshine, Kai

April 29, 2018 at 10:05 PM

Absolutely. I totally agree, Caren. And on rainy mornings you get to sleep in.

April 29, 2018 at 4:19 PM

very lovely Line:-) hugs Jan xx

April 29, 2018 at 10:06 PM

Thanks, Jan, for your much appreciated visit.

Andrea Dietrich

April 29, 2018 at 2:13 PM

love this one. Very haiku-ish for me!!

April 29, 2018 at 10:06 PM

Thank you, Andrea. Much appreciated.

April 29, 2018 at 12:37 PM

alludes to a spouse...a cat, or perhaps just the sun. Enjoyed!

April 30, 2018 at 11:11 AM

I love when my readers fill in the blanks. I hope you do too! Love being kissed by the morning sun ;)

April 29, 2018 at 1:32 PM

Yes, the reader fills in the blanks. I was trying to describe the gradual invasion of the sun through the bedroom window though.

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