Where Writers Live

in the houses where a writer lives

birds congregate on the steps before sunrise

and a song rings out through heaven

from under the bed sheets

rediscovered memories

fuel the fires of love letters

caught in the middle of the push and pull

the art of feeling empty

when one breath keeps us full

and lasts throughout the night

what matters most is the coming sunlight

when the dawn first breaks

and our dull world is colored again

think of me

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