CleanseA Poem by Sophie TitchAfter a hard days work, Finished from the teachers, the learners, the moaners. Put the pens down, The boots at the door. Ready to switch it on, The music, the bath. Sit down, dreary eyes. Hot steamy soak, Lucious scents entise you.
Breathe, be breathless, breathe again.
Then you switch off the tap, Switch off your brain. Perfectly painted toes, Bubbles cover you. A locked door leaves you, Lets you relax.
Calm, peaceful, bliss. © 2011 Sophie TitchAuthor's Note
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14 Reviews Added on April 1, 2011 Last Updated on April 8, 2011 AuthorSophie TitchDarlington, England, United KingdomAboutIm Sophie, im 15, im not into poetry that much, but its a fun thing to do, so i write it sometimes. I am overall a very fun and happy person, so you dont see many depressing poems on my profile. I.. more..Writing
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