Satisfaction as welcomed by a rustic mood
Greets by slick waxed floor as you step foot
Bows as slowly close a creaking door
Stirring the solemn corner, whispers, and snore?
A breath of nature shades
Enamel-topped tables and old shelves
White walls and beige curtains
Now eyes popping out hearts in content
Striding amusingly to the distant corner
Piled up primitive books blending colors
Pale, crimson, and emerald covers
Caresses and feeling the dust on fingers
Top off by tweeting birds
Resting on an opened window
I slowly crept onto the floor with a book
Swayed, letting myself get drowned.
-haliya
