Missing those days,
that dark nights
sprinkling rainfall
deep conversation and
deep music
with my cup of coffee
and your’s tea,
flowing hair comes on my face
your hands touching my
cheek and neck,
keeping my hairs back to ears
cooking for me and
laughing together,
cuddling me like a child
your love
and the touch
gone are those days
I miss the most…
♥️

nice one.
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Thanks Robin😄
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