Content In Paradise
She sits content,
Grasping the orange blossom in her long slender fingers,
She sits, alone in the world around her;
Worn pages of her favorite book calling to her,
Like an old friend it beckons;
Characters leap off the pages like old friends,
Brushing her mind with familiarity all their own;
Tranquilly, she poses;
Lost in a realm of her making;
Surrounded by the sweet scent of the garden,
She lounges, the very image of solitude;
Contemplating the possibilities;
Placidly she sits…
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