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The Magic Cottage

Lodged between the city humps,  
Camel carried not spilling a drop  
I gulped and gasped for freshness,  
searching for ley lines with blind rabbits.  
 
The candles have been stealing light  
with knowledge of how short a life can be  
when wrinkles pool before they run.  
 
Imagine then on sunbaked stone  
sleeping soft inside the roses
of trellis and nightingales song,
a patch, thatched for a welcome nest,  
wattle daubs warmth  
south facing over its step.  
 
In this place there is light enough  
for all creatures to turn their faces.  
In this place there is enough.
Written by Razzerleaf
Published | Edited 27th Nov 2023
Author's Note
Wanting to slow down change my pace of life, find a quite place to settle for the final innings
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