~ Another morning ~

 

The sunlight's warm fingers,

woke us with a soft caress

from our slumbered dreams,

but couldn't melt the pomegranate red strings

that binds us together

into mere memories. . .

 

The smiling sun hanging in heaven,

set the primrose's dewy tears to flame,

as it shares our moonlit passion -

forming it to a perfect pearl

as token of our undying love. . .

 

Stolen moments,

shared moments,

dream moments,

become a reality;

waiting to be born. . .

 

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