We are friends.
I believe we randomly met,
but you told me that it’s a set
of our decisions.
to spend some time together,
as much as we could,
till the mornings.
A few more days.
A few more evenings.
A few more nights of
walking and talking.
Sometimes drinking wine or tea.
So far away from home.
So far away from everyone.
There is something significant
about you and me.
That’s the sound of our laughter.
The way how we are rolling in aisles,
and how the world sees our dimples on the cheeks.
I can’t explain how is it happening,
but all the time we are laughing.
It feels like heaven.
In the heat of the moment
your voice is like a cold cream
to my burnt skin.
Our conversations are endless.
We are wreathed in smiles.
Sometimes all I want is
to hear your sound of laughter,
to see me amusing with it.
It feels like
another day of paradise.
And it only happens
when I am with you.
Two more questions:
how and why?
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