Poetry

Wake Up in My Arms

While Dewdrops Chase
Each Other on the Glass Window,
Sun Sends its Envoy
In Ray Forms to Tell Me
How Beautiful
The Day is going to Be,
As You Wake Up in My Arms.

Breeze Caresses Your Wisp
Spread on Your Cheeks
As Your Eyes Quiver at
The Stream of Balmy Sunshine
And I Put My Palm in between
To Give Calming Shadow to Your Face,
As You Wake Up in My Arms.


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