Sitting by the Fire

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While sitting by the warming fire
My cat purrs while on my lap
My mind rewinds through my past

A minute but relevant speck on a map
Blurred wavy lines between this and that
Not to relive, rethink, or outlast

Some roads I’ve traveled
Have become unraveled, but
That’s the life I know, live and love

My ode is to the celebration
On reflecting upon my revelation
Knowing life as a joy and not a foolish toy

While sitting by the warming fire
My cat purrs while on my lap
My mind rewinds through my past

 

Cheers!

-Eugenia

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