But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams - Yeats
Thursday, 19 November 2015
Time
Time passes as I read
A book. A kitty asleep
On my lap. Surrounded by
Things to eat and drink
Two phones silent and
A closed laptop all seeming
To snooze as the daylight
Fades and I sit while
Time passes.
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