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A veil of
lace curtains,
gently bellowing in a summer breeze
to soften the glow to passersby,
as they gaze wondrously
at the warmth of candle light
gaily dancing across the window sill.
A lone armchair sits fluffed and stuffed
with little square pillows
to cover and fill the absences.
A solitary pen reclines on linen stationery
as a reminder of his might some days,
and some days might.
As laughter bounces around
the richly papered walls
at pleasant smiles, always served
with tiny sweet cakes.
Fresh flowers regale the tranquil serenity,
while warm soup masks
with a fragrance of home.
The occasional visitor
senses that all is well
and life is bountiful,
as parcels of contentment
are perfectly wrapped to go.
A poetess’s life meticulously painted
in material symbolism.
While ghosts walk softly, on tippy toe
around richly clad books
encased for the show,
but whose enchanted pages
were never read.
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