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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=460573" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>0089 The top floor</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Up that top flight of stairs<br>whose old, unvarnished wood<br>scrubs up so well and welcoming, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">where it's so quiet at the top of the house<br>that even the sunlight enjoys the silence, <br>there's a room kept ready, welcoming, <br>for every poet I respect: <br>and yes, for you...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Open each door<br>and there's such a subtle, same-yet-different, <br>fragrance in each room - eluding definition, <br>yet so loved, and so familiar: <br>a field of wildflowers in the sunlit morning dew, <br>or grateful after later April shower, <br>or is it freshly laundered sheets dried in the wind? <br>a hint of that precious, faintly perfumed scrap of silk<br>from Grandmother's wedding dress? <br>A dried rose in a drawer lined with cedarwood? <br>And just a hint of honey-soaked tobacco, <br>and once-a-year, and very fine, cigar? <br>a horse's sweat on crisp and frosty day? <br>the zinging air on pebbled beach in aftermath of storm? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">or freshly-showered skin, <br>and all the wild and gentle<br>scents of love? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">All that, in these so living rooms, <br>peaceful, welcoming, <br>and full of you</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q>
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whose old, unvarnished wood
scrubs up so well and welcoming, 

where it's so quiet at the top of the house
that even the sunlight enjoys the silence, 
there's a room kept ready, welcoming, 
for every poet I respect: 
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