war + peace + gray

gray clouds cover the
sky. winter is rolling in
and there’s a freshly
brewed pot of tea waiting for
me at home. it smells like rain.


book covers jostle
each other on the shelf, bright
spines warring with soft,
muted pastels. sober black
spines bunch up, wearing armour.


after the storm, the
peace comes sweeping in, bright eyes
and a sunshine smile.
the fireplace is lit, blazing
in the confines of the room.


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