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By the Minute

Rainy nights and long lasting thoughts,
Her mind is a mess of art and words,
Book on her lap and coffee in her hand she watches the story come to life with magic and romance,
Time goes by one hour by the minute and before she knew it was midnight again,
With tired eyes she stumbles to bed lays her head on her evergreen pillow, but sleep wouldn't claim her because her mind was still awake with thoughts of magic and love and theory's of poetry and music,
Time goes by one hour by the minute and before she knew it was time to wake up, with a busy mind she stumbles into her kitchen coffee brewing slowly she sits and reads the news,
old fashioned but her favourite she reads the paper,
Coffee done and hot she sits and sips slowly reading her book, back in her own little world her fantasy her reality,
Time goes by one hour by the minute.


By Marina Vos

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