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Reading A Book
The branches of the willow
Making the perfect canopy
The sun’s light softened
To a golden glow
i sit with my book
Reading in His paradise
The pillows arranged just right
On the wooden bench
my skirt spread out around me
As i curl into the pillows
Lost in the story i lose track of time
As the sun begins to set behind me.
The peacefulness of this scene is exquisite. Of course, I could not resist the temptation to bring, to the poem, two details of my own: that the reader is shoeless, and that her shoelessness discloses the beauty of her stockings.
Starward