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A warm body

 

The morning light

touches the landscape

so gently

wakes the birds from their trees

by whispering in their ears

the floorboards moan and complain 

as feet prepare a feast

flowers yawn and uncurl from their nights sleep

I wake

a warm body lays next to me

and everything feels right

everything is the way it is meant to be

Gemma Troy Poetry
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