SWEETHEARTS


                              In the morning
                                    when the sun
                       is just starting to light the day
                                 I am awakened
                     and my first thoughts are of you
 
 
 

                                   At night
                                      I stare at the dark trees
                                         silhouetted against the quiet stars
                                      I am entranced into a complete peacefulness
                                                and my last thoughts are of you

                                                                          by Susan Polis Schutz
 

 
 
 

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