November Rain


When you wake up
the first thing
in the morning
I would want to
Warm you up with
my own warmness

When your lips gently part
in dulcet moans,
such full pastel lips~
A flower
waiting to bloom

Light of my heart,
warmth of my aura~
& tears of my soul
would nourish
Your tree &
Brew your nectar

Such mornings
would remind
how I miss you
& help me see
why sadness is sacred
For it’s the purest of emotions
To fog my mornings

A mist I would so earnestly
Wish to rain


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