Just
the feeling that back to home you are coming
Brings
back zeal to my lifeless moments
After
days, I find myself in front of the mirror
For
how I shall look in your eyes after what feels like an era
The
house becomes home at the thought of welcoming you
Everything
gets back to its place, spick and span
Whatever
I cook in those precious moments of wait
Suddenly
brim in a yum taste
My
heart skips a beat
Imagining
the doorbell ring
Music
tings in my ears
As
my arms wait to hold you near
Such
a warm sea of emotions galore
I
feel flooding my heart, as I open the door....
P.S. Certain moments are extra special, the warmth of the same exudes out of our heart as tender and raw poetic compositions, which may not be technically profound but capture the ecstatic feel of the moment so aptly. With this little anecdote above, I commence a short and sweet segment of #MicroPoetry on #TrulyYoursRoma
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