Hugs from little arms greet my keys in the door.
A teasing kiss and smile.
A welcome and a wish to stay.
The days which entail me being home
Permanently...
Will be late as winter to Autumn's color, as summer's sun to spring blooms.
My empty mornings.
My fruitless nights.
All without them.
Slipping through my fingers
Like water from the faucet.
A teasing kiss and smile.
A welcome and a wish to stay.
The days which entail me being home
Permanently...
Will be late as winter to Autumn's color, as summer's sun to spring blooms.
My empty mornings.
My fruitless nights.
All without them.
Slipping through my fingers
Like water from the faucet.
This one speaks to me.
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