My sleep bids farewell
Right at dawn,
The day hasn't arrived,
The night's not gone.
But you're still serene
Like the moments
Of slow and steady
And everything in between.
Your gaze like
The fresh air
Finding home in the strands
Of my tangled hair.
Daybreak brings
Dewy daydreams;
I wonder, in a parallel universe,
What would we call ourselves.
The glint in your eyes,
The curve of your smile
Says it all, we'd call ourselves
Citrus & Serendipity.
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Citrus and Serendipity | R.Ayman
Poetry"Light like eyes, Your touch like cool lemonade On a hot summer afternoon, Watching me from across the room Like a tangerine scented moon." A light hearted, spontaneous romance. Poetry and purple pink skies, Silk scrunchies and ties that bind. 𝐑.𝐀...
