At the Stroke of Seven

In the slow summer evenings, we wander and roam, Until twilight claims its throne, and we surrender to our home. At the stroke of ten, our bed cradles us in its embrace, A sanctuary of dreams, where tranquility finds a place. As darkness descends, we seek solace in repose, Tales on pages enchant, a TV softly glows. Time slips through our fingers, minutes melting away, Lost in stories and screens, as night transforms into day. Heavy lids succumb, as midnight’s […]

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