The morning eye dew
i love it sees a new day untouched
a breath of sight so grand
a peace-inner speak-eye!
Tussle the bed sheets;
a flag that Nation for the sleeper
my Anthem made of murmur whisper-speak
my tender love!
And each morning to awaken
do i see my Nation
next to me that Anthem
her name and lips her voice;
angelic bliss!
:: 03-26-2014 ::
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