Coming Down - Poem by Greg Costello
Sipping my cup of camomile,
My peaceful face, breaks into smile,
Reflecting on the longest mile,
The hands reset upon the dial,
No roguish thoughts can my mood spoil,
As to my feelings, I've stayed loyal.
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