First kiss the morning goodbye
In your throat grows a lump
Into the world to take the jump
Yet you leap with a curious eye
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Next bid the afternoon farewell
You have played together all day
Until there's nothing left to say
Enjoyed the stories to tell
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And when the evening falls
And the nightingale calls
You lay down in your bed
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Dream of the morning bliss
Of another bittersweet first kiss
And not a single tear be shed
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Weekly Writing Exercises
General FictionEvery week a new writing exercise -- this is my ambition. Drabble, poem or short story, you will find everything here. The topics are variegated, you may even prompt me. And there are updates every week!
