Wednesday, 13 April 2016

Morning...14 April. 2016

I woke up to the flip-flop tunes of morning bustle
         the sweet morning air guzzles into my lungs

You have woken up along with me
        groggily stepping into my apparition's partial milieu

We sat hands wrapped around each other, bodies intertwined
          watching the morning Sun slide the clouds aside
           the wind fluttering for the day to progress

I love to watch us clasping each other, not to let go
          the day welcomes me with a warm embrace
          this is all you, hon, a willful hallucination that am blessed


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