Counting Days

Poetry, Writer life

I’ve been counting days,
To when I can finally see your face,
Lose myself in your embrace,
Inhale your citrus fragrance.

 
I’ve been counting days,
Reminiscing the memories in haze,
Watching movies, munching on lays,
Ah! Those good old days.

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