Moya Levy - 0082 Seven

Seven whole days
Until I see you next
Seven whole sleeps
Until I hold you again
Seven whole dreams
Of us being together
Seven whole mornings
With no you by my side
Seven whole dinners
Little suppers just for one
Seven whole shifts
All work and not one play
Seven hours of bliss
When I finally find your arms

Moya Levy

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