Anagram Poetry- Ella Miller's "Serenity"

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Serenity

As the soft light filters through my window, I close my eyes.

My ceiling fan and the children playing outside —

a calm, familiar sound to my ears.

Odd how those quiet moments are the ones that stick with you.

Nothing unusual.

Nothing spectacular.

Yet those seconds of peace in my childhood room

are something I’ll still think of in ten years.

The cold duvet beneath my fingertips.

My bookshelf in the corner.

An inimitable feeling.

One I will never experience again.

But one I will always seek to return to.

Anagrammed Poem

close my eyes, cold light 

familiar filters unusual quiet 

spectacular nothing, quiet feeling  

peace in ten years? 

through moments experience again 

odd one in the corner 

you are the one i seek 

a room in childhood, 

a ceiling playing sound 

beneath my fingertips 

I stick with you 

return to children

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