closed eyes and heightened hearing
the harmonious essence of the chords vibrate in the air
every note hitting an amount of remembrance
resonating in the ears as music
sitting by the fireplace and that warmth
the touch of velvet at the feet
the comfortable armchair as your only confidant
the smell of vanilla in the air
burning candles flicker with every breath
the feel of velvet in your palms conjure peace
weight forgotten, your only adornment, a silk robe
dimly lit hall with not so much as a whisper
english tea on a silver tray
chocolate muffins to savour the day
tinkling of cutlery as the muffins are slit
almost sculpting a whole new view
the elizabethan ceiling decor is complete in itself
the vase has luscious red roses
they have been waiting for you
its been ages and still they await you
ever so patiently
gorgeous to admire
mimicking your countenance
yes i see the cobwebs
but i choose to
i choose la vie en rose
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