It's a quiet Sunday night
Here in the mountains;
Rain falls softly
Outside my house,
It's cold out there
But warm inside.
The dogs and cats
Are asleep,
Stretched out
On the floor
And every piece of furniture.
The day started
On a painful note
But now it ends
On a peaceful one.
Perhaps my life
Doesn't measure up
To the expectations of others,
But I am very blessed;
For I love and am loved
By friends and creatures
That appreciate the real me,
And isn't that
What really matters?
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Contraband Marriage, traveling along the hemline of loving after incarceration, is a love story written in lyric and free form, set in reality with a different ever after.
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nice poem...