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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=497463" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>When The Morning Comes</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">when the morning comes<br>and you wake up first<br>and i am still left naked<br>beside these white<br>stained cover sheets</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you know i will follow<br>you in the kitchen<br>where breakfast is <br>ready prepared by <br>your own hands</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we look at each other<br>again this time <br>new eyes new memories<br>new anticipations</div><div style="margin:10px 0">new love, new selves<br>new covenants<br>new promises</div><div style="margin:10px 0">old memories, <br>revivals, reminiscings<br>we remember last night<br>when the hugs were tighter<br>when the sleep was sounder<br>than ever</div><div style="margin:10px 0">what word will i say? <br>what word? will you tell me? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">you hand it my coffee<br>and you sip yours<br>no cup is cold<br>and the brew runs wild<br>to the top of the ceiling</div><div style="margin:10px 0">what word will i say? <br>our eyes speak.<br>we sip each other's presence.<br>the words are useless.<br>they must remain unspoken</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we confess our love<br>this morning. the words are useless.<br>they must remain unspoken<br>our hearts are full.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and then we smile. we sip our souls.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=497463" data-title="When The Morning Comes de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="when the morning comes and you wake up first and i am still left naked beside these white stained cover sheets you know i will follow you in the kitchen where breakfast is ready prepared by your own hands we look at each other again this time ..."></div> </div> </div>
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