Tuesday, November 25, 2008


by FE, Nov. 22 2008

Wilting roses by the window,
their fragrance still permeates the room.

A low glowing fire
dances and sings in a mysterious way.

Outside there is snow,
white, cold, unwelcoming,

A girl is sleeping on her couch,
She dreams of how her life could be be.

A purring kitten stretches,
then lays itself on the rug before the fire.

A precious moment,
in a precious life.

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