Sitting on
my quaint
little porch
of my quaint
little home,
the sweet aroma
of my
french-pressed
coffee
fills my nostrils...
the soft breeze
kisses my skin,
while the
birds
sing to me
sweet melodies,
& the trains
sound their whistles,
greeting me
as they
pass by...
a glimpse of
a dark, vibrantly
colored
butterfly
catches my eye...
a bird perches
on my
rocking chair
to say hello...
thunder
rumbles
in the distance,
whispering to me
of the storm
rolling in...
and
for a moment,
all is well
with the
world.
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