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Jan 2019
A cold rainy day
A book,
And a blue sofa chair
By a large cathedral window,
A cup of coffee
A fireplace of sort,
Some movement outside…
But not enough to steal the moment,
Jazzy music in the background
Stillness and warmth in the air.
Is it?
The story
The reader
The writer
Or is it a symphony,
The book meant for the day
Or the day for the book.
Salsa AK
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Salsa AK  31/M/MD
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