Silky rain outside my window
plush fur and rolling purrs
nestled by my feet
acoustic guitar
sweet melodies
voices soaked in heart and soul
Trees as still as stone
buds and blooms and beginnings of blossoms
Soft light, late 'noon hue
My feet are cold but
my bed is warm and
it holds me still in
this moment where I
feel peaceful and good.
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