Sunday 15 June 2014

Pluviophile

Blank page
Cursor taunting
Daring me
To bare all
But I'm empty
Words circle endlessly
But won't come down
Within reach
Perambulating in the morning
Storm relieves the weariness
Sharp and cool, the rain
Fills my well once more
I return to the hearth
Invigorated
Feline caresses icy ankles
Cocooned together
Soothed by storm sounds

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