A Quiet Hour



In a quiet hour when the flowers flow

Unfurl in rain weather stains the ground with ink

So late night blue the chimney flue fills with smoke

Sunset blinks the day away as falling bouquets

Of incense violet and lowering lights glower

When the flowers flow in a quiet hour



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Written on 2026-01-26 at 23:14

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The perfect poem to bring warmth
on a cold and white winter's day.
2026-01-27