A frangipani candle,
Sandalwood perfume
The shimmer of the shadows,
That light up the room
A hard covered book
With a silver inscription,
Warm jasmine tea,
Baklava from the kitchen
Soft red lipstick
And a robe of white silk
Dark lash rimmed eyes,
A bath of rose petals, floating in milk
Sweet drifting music
From the balmy outside,
The chirping of cicadas
And the whisper of the tide
Gentle gold jewellery
Which can carry you away
A feather pillow on the wooden floor,
The start
To the end
Of the day
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 11:31 AM UTC
A frangipani candle,
Sandalwood perfume
The shimmer of the shadows,
That light up the room
A hard covered book
With a silver inscription,
Warm jasmine tea,
Baklava from the kitchen
Soft red lipstick
And a robe of white silk
Dark lash rimmed eyes,
A bath of rose petals, floating in milk
Sweet drifting music
From the balmy outside,
The chirping of cicadas
And the whisper of the tide
Gentle gold jewellery
Which can carry you away
A feather pillow on the wooden floor,
The start
To the end
Of the day
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