Burnt orange light shining through windows.
scents of original fabric softener
a black and white cats face, in cotton pillows
Safe under a aged roof.
a room, cozy place of peace
books lined across walls: StarWars novels, Shakespeare,
blank books, tinted white pages
No fireplace, still so warm
bundled in five or ten heavy blanket,
on a bed in a safe haven
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This poems is one of a nostalgic nature. I like to look back on my memories and looking around my room one day i noticed how safe i haven been all these years.