A quaint little cottage on the hillside
With a warm fire burning in the hearth,
And a little window to peer outside.
A cozy rocking chair with a soft quilt,
And a mug of freshly brewed coffee
Placed on a small wooden side table.
A book about magic, fairies, and elves,
A carpet of verdant green in the vale,
The yonder hills wearing a misty veil.
And, me, curled up in that cozy chair
With no deadlines to chase that day,
Just taking in the fresh mountain air.
Sipping the hot coffee from the mug,
Reading, from the book, a happy tale
With my feet on a plush, woolly rug.
This is the place I visit when I sleep,
A place that’s warm, like your embrace,
This beautiful place is from my dreams.
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