Before the rain hits the ground

~ Neiha Lasharie

I woke up to morning breeze,
Like a lover’s kiss against chapped lips
Like the barest caress over erstwhile tired skin,
Like a sweet Whisper Good Morning,
And I vowed to keep my window open
If only to wake up in love every day.

Published by Neiha Lasharie

25-year-old graduate student studying international law and conflict in Boston. Via Dubai + Lahore.

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