Saturday, March 26, 2022

The sun is setting. It's beautiful. It is. As always it has been. And my heart is brimming. The waves sing the same melody and they sound like the last good bye you had in hand for me.
To me it seems like ages before when our arms collided, and then our eyes. Or was it the eyes first? Sigh, I've them mixed as i fell in your tender pool of smile, that took me to the streets of sweet cooked breads in Konya.

I don't remember what it was, but what i do know is life has changed since then. It feels surreal. All of it. Yet so rawly, factually, genuinely true. There's this wind that has been fondling me for the past hour. I wonder if you send her to me. She has this scent, so familiar. That of salt and shyness. A mixture your kisses gave me.

1 comments:

MashaAllah! The feels! Great job! Loved it!

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