Friday morning

Friday morning
I inhale rays
Of sunshine
Painted with
Roasted beans
Come with me
And sketch my
Soul with your
Laughter and
Take us to our
First date and it’s
Cold weather
Past midnight
Our eyes met
Down town at that
Heritage corner
We said with one
Promise me
You be my heaven
Years later
You left everything
To burn and nothing
Your love can rescue


About Samra

Poet and fundraiser for humanitarian causes. Lives in London
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