The dawn has broken and there she sits..
by her window, cuddling a blanket in her arms..
Golden rays of sunshine kiss her tender skin..
smooth as the touch of a feather..
Like the petals in a Misty morning,
her wonderful lips appear..
It's not the last goodbye, I know..
but my heart doesn't want to go..
I know we will meet again,
but my heart..
just doesn't want to go..
With a hope to see me soon..
her eyes give me last glance..
And I close the door between us..
While she sits by her window,
cuddling a blanket in her arms..
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 5:08 PM UTC
The dawn has broken and there she sits..
by her window, cuddling a blanket in her arms..
Golden rays of sunshine kiss her tender skin..
smooth as the touch of a feather..
Like the petals in a Misty morning,
her wonderful lips appear..
It's not the last goodbye, I know..
but my heart doesn't want to go..
I know we will meet again,
but my heart..
just doesn't want to go..
With a hope to see me soon..
her eyes give me last glance..
And I close the door between us..
While she sits by her window,
cuddling a blanket in her arms..
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