Sunday, 15 January 2012

The palest day

Today is pale and grey

my thoughts like golden orbs of light

dancing on the kitchen floor.

I am hoping for calm days, crisp and golden…

And I love piles of blankets on the beds

and stacks of books beside them.

I love starry nights and

the taste of coffee and biscuits

I love laughter and kindness

and loathe horrible words.

Today I want to be ,

good and kind and true

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