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Wake up, wake up

December 5, 2009 Leave a comment Go to comments

She was sleeping beside me
It was cold winter morning
She woke up stretching her body
She looked into my eyes
And said, “A very good morning”
I smiled back to her
She thought, “Am I looking funny?”
I said, “Beauty is the funniest thing, my love”
She smiled back
I kissed her on her forehead
She showed the respect
Finally she said,” Let me go and make you tea”
I said, “Why are you in hurry?”
“It is Saturday, my honey”
Her shy smile
Made me realize
I was dreaming in day light
An alarm clock sounded,
“Wake up, wake up…..”

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