Morning is welcomed
By a tray of whatever
Turning to a best.
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graphs of my Universe
Morning is welcomed
By a tray of whatever
Turning to a best.
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Swinging steps to gates.
Washing hands and mouth. Flying.
Whispering. Amen.
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Morning is about
Chirping birds, calm sea, soft breeze
Greeting these senses.
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Drag me to your heart
Even if it hurts my head,
Said I.
I know youβre teasing
Even when I mean it,
Said I.
I smile in silence
Letting you laugh in joy.
Sad Iβm.
Enjoy it.
Enjoy your days,
Said I.
I walk away
Leaving the last piece of my heart.
Dragging my luggage
Alone.
Smiling.
Winning
Against my own sigh.
To you, who secretly teasing again and again and again and again. Thank you. Life is full of fun. π
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Small thing is cherry
On a big cake, red and brave
Savouring the day.
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