Domesticity

Domesticity

 

What rest is home?

Love in silence,

Slowly grows,

Or dies,

In cyclic ways or forgotten days,

Beneath,

Below,

Little human feet,

Patter softly,

Chiseling away,

Or building up.

A sound quickly smothered or unheeded,

As satisfaction yields to discontent.

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