Tattered jeans and an old guitar
the glow of a single lamp
small warmth huddled in my arms
breathing softly
curled sunshine, damp and matted

Like raindrops on the windowpane
the notes fall gently
making sweet waves in the stillness
dissolving into silence
like lemon-drops on the tongue

Within this circle of gentle light -
a moment Time cannot touch.
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