Every time…

And every time,
breathing felt like
a mountain weighing you down
I wish you’d come running into me…
that you’d allow me
to cradle you to sleep…
And every time,
living felt like
a burden drowning you down
I wish you’d come running into me…
that you’d allow me
to cradle you to sleep…
And when you’d wake up
the darkness in your eyes
will have given home
to poignant smiles…
And when you’d wake up
the new moon night
will have given way
to bright morning sunlight…

~~~~~

Happy writing till we meet next.

Until then, carpe diem! 🙂

~~~~~

© Asha Seth

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16 Replies to “Every time…”

  1. Asha, I have missed you. I was ill a while, and my body did not work the right way each morning! But I am much better, and will visit all the sites of those who are dear to me my sister! Send me four words and I will write you a poem my sister! Hugs and blessings dear one!

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