Solitude

Stealing a second to collapse in my chair,
Famished for rest from everyday care,
Drawing the worn cloak of weariness around
to escape the rigors of stereo sound;
Oh to be embalmed in perfumes of peace,
suspending my spirit in unconscious release

by Ethel K. Meyer-Johnson

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