The simple sound of a kettle boiling
Often entices me down the stairs.
An intended lie-in is cut short
By the aspect of soothing earl grey
The sun is out, the birds are singing
So sweetly that I feel settled
The news in the other room
Discussing the world beyond my own
Simple conversation that is standard
But impossible to dismiss
The pondering over the grass cutting
Or if the sunflowers need attention
A classic Sunday morning in summer
Basic, yet also serene.
This is what I once experienced. Never again.
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The Lament of Life- A Collection of Original Poems
PoetryThese will all be poems that I have personally written, either for fun or for Uni, I hope to upload often (for real this time) as it is a crucial part of my Uni module. I hope you enjoy these poems.
