You are in my arms comfortably folded
While burring your face in my chest
By nodding your head like a small kid
For which ever question I ask
I hold my hand around your waist
To lean you on bed and give you some rest
We woke up on sunny morning
As curtains of my window playing with shadows
I could hear the pleasant music birds singing for us
Setting on a branch of tree
Like lover’s gaze at each other during moments when hand holding is still sweet
Or the sparrow beings to tweet
The day changes into night or the hot summers into winter
But i know you will be always in my arms……
Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 11:16 AM UTC
You are in my arms comfortably folded
While burring your face in my chest
By nodding your head like a small kid
For which ever question I ask
I hold my hand around your waist
To lean you on bed and give you some rest
We woke up on sunny morning
As curtains of my window playing with shadows
I could hear the pleasant music birds singing for us
Setting on a branch of tree
Like lover’s gaze at each other during moments when hand holding is still sweet
Or the sparrow beings to tweet
The day changes into night or the hot summers into winter
But i know you will be always in my arms……
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