The Poetry of cecil

Waking,
Leaving the warmth
Of covers,
Of two lovers,
Of sleepy dreams.
Feeling the coolness,
Of the air,
Of a autumn chill,
Of the smooth stone floor on my feet.
Slippers,
Soft and warm,
Softly shaped in familiar form,
Softly soundless carries me away from you.




cecil’s poetry
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