Sullen clouds gather
Great swells of tears
As I go to shelter
In my retreat so dear
A secret home
Of comfort and peace
Where my creative nature
Can be unleashed
Storms rage
And thud on the glass
But they cannot distract me
From my joyous task
And as I write
My home enlarges
As scribbles of passion
Spill into the margins
Writing Retreat


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