My Room
The desk is old but it feels new, covered in that shiny, smooth, new layer that brings furniture back to life. The lights are dim, but from some obscure place out of my vision a candle burns bright, casting its flickering warmth over the desk in front of me. I can hear the rain, pitter and patter against the small windows placed deep into the walls around me.
Comments (9)
This was such a perfect haiku. Just noticed on your bio that you live in France. My folks lived there for about eight years and I used to love going there to stay.
Aww this is such a cute little piece. A poem for the heart. Nicely done, Imola. 💛 I hope every tree you plant has its own poem, too!
Awww, this was so sweeeeettt! 😍😍😍😍😍😍
So few words, so much love.
nice and romantic
A perfect example of 'less is more.' Beautiful 🩷
Such a short, lovely poem <3 Like a quick kiss
So short but so powerful! Wonderful, Imola!
Everyone needs a little pick me up now and again. Thank you and good job.