cold morning
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aylindoanerhttp://pillowofwinds.tumblr.com/
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cold morning

by aylin

What a beautiful thing would it be to wake up your side

on a cold winter morning.

The first thing I see would be your sleep eyes.

The warmth of the sheet and the taste of your lips.

Your arms on my shoulder and our hands are interlocked.

Morning's sweet smell would take us to holiness.

Now you're away and under somebody's affection.

Who is lucky enough to have you beside

while I am craving for your existence?

Now you're gone and waking up to another day is useless.

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a year agoReply
This is a sas poem. The tragedy of loss in made worse whe another gains that which you lost. Great poem.