She sits alone
with a glass of wine
Reading a book
of Nordic crime
Jazz in the background
playing away
A perfect end
to her Sunday
Candles burn
Flickering in the dark
atmosphere is right
As she lays in the bath
Oh heavenly it is
this blissful hour
She could stay like this
forever and ever
But Monday fast approaches
with a smile of glee
How she hates it
Won’t it let her be!
But she knows
it’ll come and go
And it shan’t be long
Before she’s back home
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Posted in: Poetry
wilmar2797
Oct 15, 2012
Reblogged this on thedragoness.
Darren Greenidge
Oct 24, 2012
Thanks for the reblog, much appreciated.