I miss the taste of wine,
Cakes with cherries on top.
I miss the dust on a line
Which never seemed enough.
I miss the paper that I roll,
The foil that I've burnt.
I miss the charcoal,
From the sheesha that I've smoked.
But what I miss is no more a wish,
For it's a chapter that I've closed.
My mind is now a dish,
Open to be explored.
I crave for chicken wings,
A smile on every human being.
I crave for the end of sufferings,
To speak and openly sing.
I crave for something sweet,
Words that make me feel.
I crave for some sound sleep,
To wake up from a happy dream.
:)
What I Miss
Az Mo
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Poem topics: dream, feel, happy, never, sleep, smile, human, sweet, mind, speak, taste, dust, open, sound, paper, chicken, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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