Feb 15
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Little Cabin

I like to sit alone 
On the crackling leather bench underneath 
The raindrops running down broken glass

Mud painted walls lean on cedar poles
And yard-sale teacups 
Hold dried flowers on a shelf 

Once upon a time this was a fortress in the woods 
With pine needle floors
And candle stubs chewed by mice

There’s a little brook that runs slow
And orange and sticky
With algae

And if you climb onto the nail-studded roof
You can see through the trees
To power lines that divide the sky
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About the Author: Della
'I learned that courage was not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it.' -Nelson Mandela