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A really short poem describing the feeling of Friday in childhood home - something I really miss eperiencing.
Submitted:Feb 20, 2013 Reads: 6 Comments: 0 Likes: 0
Friday afternoon –
Stillness encompasses tranquility
Papers rustle in the fading sun
as light purrs echo through the empty rooms
Breaths synchronize as weariness settles and beings sink into comfort's easy sounds.
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