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I was reading a book by the front door
My hair tossed in the afternoon breeze
And the sun dappled on cold adobe floor
My feet dangling and my heart at ease
And the wind and silence made harmony
With the distant laughter from the rooms
And any moment now, I’m anticipating
The sharp footfalls that chased away the gloom
And all the days are rehearsed so blithely
Moments melting together in the warm light
No one could recall that ever so slightly
It’s the smallest moments that shone most bright
And as the sky dimmed with the song of the birds
Ruby light did glimmer on darkened walls, though
with each waking moment, there are no words
For how quaintly the mornings cast yellow walls aglow
With the passing of time, the shadows fall
and I walk the same halls all the more
Bathed in the fading sunlight, I clearly recall
that I was reading a book by the front door
