The slant of sun in
the late afternoon
makes the walls and floors
warmer. Life, from
the heated carpet, seems
larger.
Aaaaaaah.
It's so short... Like me!
But anyways, patches of sun are the best place to take a nap.
I like writing poetry. Not all of it is going to be a historical epic or an ode to something. These are like little glimpses of the subway in my mind; my train of thought isn't always artsy or symbolic or deep or meaningful, but I like to think that art takes ordinary things and makes people see a sort of beauty in them. So, look around- I've been doing this for a while. Enjoy ♥
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