Enraptured Reality

Phantasm. Bewilderment. Clairvoyance.

That Thursday Morning

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Knocked on your door,
Did I wake you up?
Stepped on your floor,
As you kissed me on my cheek,
And I stopped;

You held my hand,
Lead me to your dining table
With the breakfast you prepared
Like the prince from one fairy fable;

While I was looking at you
Doing these little things for me
My heart and mind knew
I should really get a hold on you
Until no end;

And those sweet soft kisses
You placed on my forehead
And how you held me tight
And how you whispered those three words:
I wish I could actually replay them…

A day worth remembering,
That Thursday morning. ❀

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Author: Clau

A music junkie obsessed with coffee, books and writing erratic oeuvres

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