The vacuum rooted out the floor
Long black pipes circled like tinsel to Christmas trees
An audience of chairs huddled intently;
curious to my curvasive thoughts
holding boxes of knick-knack like popcorn at movies
Dirty duvets swarmed oceans along me
with chocolate wrappers,
tidbits of written paper
and hundred notes
sailing the rise and fall of their turbulent seas
Old picturesque photo's in frames leaned warily -
old families sharing smiles and shoulders
landscapes, mountains, rivers
And it was all beautiful
Right there.
Right then.
In the corner of my Room












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