Happy Thursday My Love

by Goodbye   Oct 16, 2008


Small drops falling from the sky
reaching the the ground finally
Yellow maple leaves form
a soft carpet to walk on to
I am observing this world
under my red umbrella
My polka dot skirts helm lines
are moving like waves
I am walking home to you
I knock the door
You open it with a smile
I recieve a kiss on my right cheek
We boil some coffee
You take off my coat
I put my umbrella on bathroom
to dry up a bit
Coffee is ready
we sit beside the table
And start eating cinnamon cake

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  • 15 years ago

    by IBRAHIM DWIDAR

    Cinamon cake, and rainy night, seems to be great indeed