one morning
By bucherie
One morning A bonjour A mental game A laugh and a smile What a blessing So stimulating...so fresh... so tender...So caressing What a fresh breathe What a rhythm what a style When we met that day I got off my way To hear this bonjour I was willing to say Cherie pour toujours How I love your bonjour How I wish To explore your land How I wish To see your home How I wish To come close How I wish To stay….. One morning….. Un adieu My heart is full of pain Back on the road Same old stranger Alone again I vision my circles Same old circles My face is wet Tear drops or the rain..!! How I miss this bonjour How I miss the smile How I miss the fresh breathe Of every morning The rhythm and the style What can I say Nothing I can say Alone in my sacred lonliness I guess I should go back to stay. May be… one morning… may be… one day… soumaya Written January 9th, 2002 © on Jan 09 2002 11:53 AM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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"One morning..."