Best Memoryday Poems


Late Afternoon

The sun was creeping through the 
window
As I sat and watched the day 
go by
And someone was playing the piano 
softly.

Silently shadows stole across the 
room
As day turned towards an end
And someone was standing in the 
doorway.

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