sitting beside a hearth, cage open,
a fire up and coming
and myself content to just drift
in and out of sleep
listening to the distant wind blow
through the curtains.
the objects inside this house
remain silent, yet tell a story
that over time has shifted with my own.
My breath comes slow and easy,
my thoughts run one into the next,
and I'm all the better for it.
10 years ago
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