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Lazy rain patters on the rooftop
Drops roll down the glass window
A room - dimly lit and cool
A tea kettle whispers slow
Through the window streams
Thoughtful rays of moonbeams
peering onto the velvet floor
Hunched in a blanket
She sits
Cuddled by her dreams
Warmed by the crisp flames
Lost in a world of her own
She turns the worn pages
A book she’s read a thousand times over
But she cannot put it down
Still, quiet solitude
She has become nothing other than
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This poem is about:
My community
Our world
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