28 May, 2017

Content At Last

Gray chair wraped its arms
embracd my cold,
put me asleep 
even when abandoned

Diminutive, abounding in riches
surrounded by abundance,
waiting on the hour
when she'll come home

Spring is in the breeze, 
it's now the hour of contentment,
the key turns the lock
awakening blows in

Transcends all

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