Serenaded by sunset
the wind whistles our song
trees wink, loyal comrades
as leaves peek into
our window panes
The air is fresh
good intentions flow
as do coffee cups
warmth
Familiar tapestries
hug the wall
eyes painting old patterns
in the air
comfort
Naught said, all known
Sing-song melodies
strummed soundlessly
silence
Our watches slow down
to watch us
while our evenings away
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