Poetry Work Day Posted by shllyn on 13.03.2019 Rustling of paper Click clacking of keys Whispers of small talk Among dozens of screens A small bit of light Through a lonely window creeps Along the bland carpet Until the work day has ceased SWD 02/2017 39.099761 -94.577973 Advertisements Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)MoreClick to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
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