That tickles the teeth
and wears the tongues toughness.
Then mornings arise with wonderful ease
Creates a pleasing sight
which flowers the gardens of life.
In daybreak when our eyes awake
From naps in night
bathing in splendid pools are my eyes
With sweet view of pleasure once had.
From nights before
In love I live and bless forgotten bad.
by RW Smith
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