SundayA Poem by RuzicaGreen water glistening
in puddles on the pavement the smell of sawdust and coffee beans muffled laughter behind the curtains Clinging of pots and pans a dinner being made TV news and weather report 'Should i carry an umbrella tomorrow?' A bedtime story and fresh fluffy pillows silvery moonshine on the walls The only sound is made by a dripping tap and the ink stains on my fingers © 2014 RuzicaReviews
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