The house remains unchanged
chilly floors spread in all directions
silent inhabitants slumbering
as the sky finds the sun.

The solitary hours do not end
time for thought, for healing
unspooling its golden magic
before us without ceasing.

Finding new worlds
within the world that was
right before us all along
hiding in our own blindness.

Imagination changing
the endless sameness
creating magic
out of the mundane. ~ Caroline A. Slee

Solitary Hours

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