A fragrant, lit candle flickers on the corner of my desk.
A small pot of blooming orchids smile at me.
A quiet filtration unit cleans the air.
Glistening crystals sit upon my metal windowsill.
Foamy bubbles lap the sand through my white noise machine.
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New Moon Day
PoetryA book of poetry and short stories for all of my Mother Nature-loving friends. Thank you, God, for all of life's blessings. On-going. ©2023 and 2024 by A. E. F. All Rights Reserved.
