Trickle trickle
The sound of rain falling
Soft, cool breeze blowing
Through the window
In this breezy evening
Snuggling in own bed
Feeling the warmth
Into your wide arms
Envisioning you here
Jovial and near
Evening leans on quiet walls, light fractures through the blinds, striped gold and memory folding over the hum of still air. Outside, peace...
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