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Eyes of Deep Sighs - Morning


Rusty Broadspear


The rain ceased, the Sun awoke,

No one spoke.

There was a chill, we were warm

With our opening dawn.

On a bench in the park,

Her head rested under my chin.

Was she sleeping?

Fleeting morning fragrances

Born on fresh dampness,

With breakfast birdsong.

Lonely souls walking dogs

Silhouetted against virginal skies.

But above all else, I was with her

And my memories,

Of those eyes of deep sighs.

I kissed her hair,

Ran a finger under her chin,

She looked up, sleepily smiling,

Our lips softly brushed,

As Autumn leaves

Floated down one by one.

The park slowly came to life,

A warden gave us a knowing smile

As he passed us by.

Hugging tight, not wanting to let go,

Pure ecstasy and bliss,

When those eyes of deep sighs demanded

A final feather of a kiss.

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