I am drawn to it
like a moth to a candle.
It makes me slow down
and want to peer in.
It makes me want to
go in
and sit down
and ask them what
quiet task they are about.
It is a gentle soul
that abides by the
soft, golden glow of lamplight.
A soul that would not mind
if I came in and sat quietly
with them for a bit.
I am drawn to them,
to what is in that lamplit room.
Surely
it is
peaceful and quiet,
gentle and deep.
Surely
it is welcoming.
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