Late in the day
Cold and weary
Worn out from the noise
And needs of others
I find myself empty
And lonely
A quiet corner
A soft chair
A cup of tea
The company of myself
My thoughts and
reflections
Warming me more than my
drink
Comforted and
comfortable
Amidst the lengthening
shadows
And the blanket of quiet
That converge with the
setting sun
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