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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