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The sunlight passes through the glass windows
Touching the smooth wooden floor
The grand piano sings its tune
Filling the room with the sound of a nightingale

A door creaks open as slow as a snail
The music continues on unwavering in its melody
A young lady enters with footsteps steady as a clock
As she listens, her body begins to sway

With this peace
She is finally home.


- Afnan