Succulents line the windowsill
Of a sunlight, drenched nook
Jasmine, draped, rafters spill
Down rows and rows of books
A gentle creak, follows feet
As they sweep across the floor
To a homely, cozy, quirky seat
Warmed as sun rays pour
Bustling streets, beyond the glass
A thousand worlds away
A witness to a life, so fast
Yet, in my nook, I stay...
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