A Quiet Time

Poem

Though the flame is faint and distant,

and what I always see are just tiny sparks,

Sometimes I walk right by it.

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Sometimes, I sit down and feel its warmth.

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Like getting covered with the softest blanket

Comfort sinks through my skin,

and the strangest thing,

One I've never seen,

happens.

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As if touches my cold hand

As if caresses my lost face

As if brings me home

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Peace.

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