Morning conversation

by Ole Carsten   Apr 19, 2012


A lovely morning phone call..
I was waiting for your invite to the night ball.
To wake me up from my latest dream,
I woke up at the suns first warm beam.

A sensitive dream before your call..
I dreamed about dancing in a hall.
Without saving hours of sleep,
Don't think about works heaps

I am awaiting your first sweet call.
Have we finished the night's ball?
Love is more than four letters in row
It is mature magic send from above

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  • 12 years ago

    by Ole Carsten

    Hi Fly High

    Wauh what a kind comment

    Thanks a lot

    BR
    Ole

  • 12 years ago

    by Wicked Ways

    Love is more than four letters in row
    It is mature magic send from above

    Love the way you ended this poem, its a very lovely poem that gives good vibrations in me :p but nicely written :D

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