I sit at my desk surrounded by the quiet of the house. It is peaceful. The only sound that breaks through is the electric shades rising. It is time to write.
Quietness Opens Day
morning breaks
gliding into the silence
of a new dawn
sounds of quiet
permeate through the house
worries subside
the pen strokes the page
delicate threads of thoughts flow
a slice of life sails on
©CV, 2022
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