" This too may pass " but ...
I hope one day that I'm sitting across our memorable meal table waiting for the sound of cooker which is partly alarming the moment while we enjoy the time pass and the silent minutes due to your studying pages ,
Then I don't have to think of the old past days and years without your presence cuz I rather let them wiped clean with a daily dose of your tuned voice which calls my name time to time ,
And when I'm lost in your perfection there will be no past , but you " my endless future" breathing in front of my eyes across the table winking at me sipping on a " blow-ed by me "cup of tea with that sweet smile saying ..
" what are you thinking of ?"
{M}.
YOU ARE READING
Aroma Breeze
Poetry" You treat them like they have a heart like you Soft and tender .. That's how you write . So beautifully , right !. Inside your head must be a forest and mountains . I believe !. So I told the stars about you . I'll sing until the miracle comes...
