Sunday
(images credits @pixabay.com)
Two lovers –
walking in the mist
laughing at each other.
She holds –
her hands with her lover
but not soul.
She has –
her soul to keep protecting
if he is fake.
She walks –
step counting on the street
if she needs to escape.
Two lovers –
loving a word with them
before they pass.
(“Lovers walking in slow times make the moment last longer.” – DIARYPOEM24)