ContentmentA Poem by New DawnI have nothing to do. No pressing engagement. A house empty of all, save the freshly laundered duvet that invites me to partake of its fragrant comfort. I curl, cat like, basking in a pool of liquid warmth that seeps lazily through the window, bathing the room in orange glow.
Oh to spend a life time here, wrapped in such sweet embrace. © 2013 New DawnReviews
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