Castles at Home

Red, Orange and Blue rays filter in,
on Green pillows strewn around,
on Yellow and Pink Duvets,
through our unfurled fingers,
to paint our smiling faces.

Moments stretch on in our fort,
this tiny castle that we built.

The flowers come alive,
the embroidered birds start to chirp.

The joy we feel expands these walls,
they collapse on our heads,
on our crouched forms.
But we do not tire of building,
Of building and rebuilding.

I could sleep here for a thousand nights,
in this house that hugs me like a blanket.

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