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In the Brightest of My Rooms
In the chair filled corner
of the brightest of my rooms
where she,
before her going away,
once sat and sang,
(she called it then
her gracing space)
are only shadows now
and hovering shades.
And even window light
at noon
is not enough
to make them fade
and disappear.
of the brightest of my rooms
where she,
before her going away,
once sat and sang,
(she called it then
her gracing space)
are only shadows now
and hovering shades.
And even window light
at noon
is not enough
to make them fade
and disappear.
Published 22nd Jun 2021
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