Small Stone {25}
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
25
Lost in the folds of flannel blankets
we lay curled up,
deliciously warm,
perfectly cozy.
Black skies turned grey
my mind slid between
waking and dreams.
I sank further into my bed.
The beginning of this day would wait.
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1 comments:
Hello, Mary Oliver, is that you? :)
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