Peaceful morning,
Sunshine through the window,
Warm skin,
Assembled bellows formerly jerky,
Legs entwined memory of the kingdom where they were,
Flickering eyes,
The land meeting the ocean,
Tired eyelids,
Not being taken to the land of morpheus,
Resist to enjoy the past moments,
Superimposed hands, fingers entwined,
As an unspoken promise,
Uniting their destinies as their hands tied
Just a writter
At the beginning of this poem, it was written in French, but I'm translating it for people who don't speak French.
