Chilled in happiness

Long days tiring roads alone

The day ends in her arms balm

For sinful soul forgiveness.

The morning sun reflects in

Her eyes I see paradise the beauty

Of days to come holding her.

She laughs in my arms

Playfully at the childlike look

On my face I see in her eyes.

The exhausting life freezes

When our cheeks meet

Chilled in happiness.

November 25, 2020

About alaindesade

Novelist, songwriter and philosopher. Has special interest in human relations, evolution of mind, inter-cultural complications, and the concept of God.
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