[Home is where the heart is.]-Pliny the Elder
Another painful wake up
it's really foggy
Heaven & Hell not visible
and sky mourns
My beloved brings the morning bed tea
and she grumbles that having nauseate,
'miracles could happen anytime darling
perhaps the morning sickness? '
I murmured.
she smiled and I pinched her buttocks
showing a couple of sparrows
hugging each other
on the window sill.
nimal p.dunuhinga
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