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poem eight: reading

Writer's picture: eviecourtiereviecourtier

Updated: Jun 4, 2020


‘Sat on her window seat, nose buried in a novel, sipping coffee from her favourite mug, a frown appears between her eyes, you see her lips creep into a smile as the words on the page turn to poetry; her body encapsulates art, her laughter becomes your music, you smile and leave the room’

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