Just Below The Curtained Window... Poem by Rince Wind

Just Below The Curtained Window...



Just below the curtained window
where the sun bends down to get a glimpse of you
and the smell of hot coffee
mixes with the warmth of your steady breath
as the shades of your eyes
get a little darker than the shadows
that are painting pictures on the walls around you,
and there you are, waiting to be held...and never let go...

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