Looking For Gold | friend's aroma

Friday.

No prayers yet.

Morning autumn chill

with a touch from a weak sun.

 A kiss " good morning"

 a hug " see you"

 And in between:

Laughs upon broken hearts.

 Hidden tears of a straying soul.

And tons of gossips.

Now, the fresh Sandal

Widenes the sleepy eyes.

So,

You cook for the  little pups.

You miss their faces loving your rice.

And the curry on the roasted meat

will marinate their hearts.

And I smile while sipping my tea

 And my shattered words about

 that brown leaf behind my ribs,

 Makes sense to you,

As always.

with some fire and spoon

you feed me with a holly silence

 " December, with a new dress is coming to you"

 then I whisper

I hope this time it fits""