In my room of a morning when all around's still and the world's waking up and the birdsong is shrill I can find inspiration in the solitude here to write words of wisdom erudite and clear and craft them to lines to retain for a while and maybe to publish with the curl of a smile
For my room has that presence for comfort of mind a place I relax in and often unwind somewhere to play games and to listen to sounds from my music quiet loudly when no-one's around and somewhere to write crafting words as they come til the syntax is ready and the poem is done
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