Leben berührt – Gedichte und Geschichten
Breakfast in bed was never said so we headed for the table that was more stable There was for all a guilt ridden pleasure of the morning call Jams and honig and cafe quite strong a table laden so long with croissants ,beurre and all things nice embarassing to say we all returned twice!
we polished it all off 😂
wish you a nice Sunday breakfast
I love my beautiful baby in the morning light her pureness and loveliness a gorgeous woman and sight I love her smile and her amazing ways and all the wisdom that she says lips and eyes to make me sigh bosom like the mountain peak sky high best is no lie come to me, beautiful baby
Text: the student
I learn the way of my Baby so weet
she is a bustling mayhem of energy so deep
the strenght to show and distinguish the lines
carries her on throughout the times
Her mind and ideas continue to resonate and evolve
anabeling the ability to always solve
She is here to be
the ever present sanctuary
the student
I sit around in absolut space light dancing here with perfect grace the morning chill of sences to the fore my baby in situ softly speaking more gentle sunlight bright so early isolation a brief reflection never surly
the student
She is as beautiful as the day break but I think she is hundered times more beautiful
the student
Baby, Baby bring me coffee please wake me up and slip inside my bed Coffee with my baby! 🥰
hey, my Dear I wish, I could be there to wake you up and slip inside your bed coffee is ready
To pray today on this Sunday morning
is to give hope to all
that is so deep in our soul
to offer our thanks and appriciation
for what we are about to recieve
and provide courage and inspiration
on our daily journeys
amongst the breakfast
buny and honey
above and beyond
Amen
the Student
The earth is not flat
it has many humps and bumps
but still has a beauty within
to inspire and frustrate
T. Dickinson
She sleeps at midnight
without a care in the world
refined and unconfined
with all the noughts and crosses
of the worlds unjust losses
She dreams at dawn
with her arms outstreched wide
until her eyes open
and the lines are spoken
of the unfairness that surrounds
all journeys abound
out at the point
She slumbers in the morning
with her thoughts in her head
unabashed and tormented
but a level head full of senses
of what is right and fair
to offer an outreached hand to care
the student
I love the sound of my girlfriend next to me
this is the way I always wanted it to be
a simple innocence rises and pervades
amongst the dark night and shades
the air so crisp enveloping our room
untill the dawn interrupts way too soon
An essence of contentment drifs across her skin
no doubt that there is a deep love within
to choose a heart so loving and pure
brings me back to that beautiful slumber
holding her hand so tight and sure
the student
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