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Soft light from the windows

In the stillness of the night,
only the crickets can be heard.
The grass beneath my feet soft.
On the open field I walk.

In the middle of the field I stopped.
I turned around and looked at my house.
A silhouette in the background.
Soft light coming from the windows.

Like a painting from Thomas Kinkade.
My home looked cosy and inviting.
The light kept the dark at bay.
I could feel the warmth of home.

A partial view of 'The End of a Perfect Day by Thomas Kinkade.'
A partial view of ‘The End of a Perfect Day by Thomas Kinkade.’

The house is only wood and bricks.
Yet, it gives out a warm glow.
Soft lights from the windows.
Reflecting the heart at peace.

Will another see the same image?
This which I see is comforting.
It is God’s hand on my home.
Keeping all who dwell here safe.

By C.E. Pereira



I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. In recent years, the younger generation have added on to include spouses from the Philippines, Nigeria and Russia. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

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