Boundary Dwellers

By Hell4Murph

day's end

As I turned to pick up my bag before leaving work, the light of the setting sun on the patch of wall to the right of my computer screen caught my attention. It had a quiet quality that matched the end of another busy day.

The poem is one I love, and read whenever I feel in need of calm.

A serendipitous coincidence of mood and time and light and words.

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