Alon
A blog of poetry, short stories, and life's little adventures.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Hidden Singer
Cool air swirls
around me,
as my bare feet
patter across the
cold floor.
I turn the corner
and climb on the bed.
Folding my legs,
I press play.
Music flows
through me.
I smile and sing.
No one is bothered
by me here.
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