Rain, book, music.

The rain hits the window screen.

Pages rustle with soft grace.

Dark ink messages

Whisper sounds of peace.

 

The lightbulb gently glowing.

Music fills the cold heart.

Body heats up slowly.

The words, heard and seen.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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