I emptied my eyes,
in more than just some metaphors;
You spelled out my insolence
as you cyphered those seconds,
I spoiled the imagery
(only you find)
in your snoring syllables.
The moon awoke
as the curtains danced
on the rhythm
of wind.
Your dream,
disturbed -
My slumber,
caught in echoes
of your vibrant voice.
Then, you turned your pillow.
dream on, my boy
dream on...








Tamara











once a snorer, always a snorer huh 


. This is lovely - years from now you'll both smile about the memory you've penned here!!


lol 
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