Sanctuary

The windowpane reflects no radiance
As it blocks the night’s cold wind dance
Then layered blankets covered the bed
Warming the body and the words unsaid

The coffee aroma and its bitter-sweet taste
Evades across every little space
The clock got no use by this time
Neglected to find the needed rhyme

The mind absorbs the quietness
While plunging into deep thoughts and mess
Pen or pencil will do the chase
Cohorting with mind and paper-cage

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