Comfort Me

Like a father holds a newborn
rocking my sweet dreams back and forth
so tender yet strong
Breathe into me
soothing lullabies of my youthful naiveté
like the winds hum to trees
the bewitching melodies of this era
Hold onto me
like I'm your favourite childhood memory
blooming in gardens of nostalgia
where the spirit meets the flesh
Don't let me go
or in anguish I'll cry
don't let me slip out of your grasp
like a mundane thought
nourish our private conversations
in between glances
Keep me close 
and never let me fall

By Veronika Lukashevich "Niki Aka"
Follow her Instagram @theperfectmigrantpoetry

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