Someplace quiet
Where I am wrapped up in a warm quilt
With a hot cup of coffee in one hand
A beautiful book in the other
And the man I love sitting beside me.
With his warm smile and kind eyes.
And a laugh that makes large, empty rooms seem much cozier
who makes bustling cities (that are much too far from the simple things for my liking) with all the passing cars, sirens, wanderers, and buildings to make you feel so small
Where man is a loud thing, and nature a quiet
Feel like home
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