Dawn (an original poem)

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the feeling when

you are just finishing your
      final cup of tea

what the universe delved out

i was not listening
      and i was drowning

she speaks

something more important and sweet
      than the screen before me

or the clock driving me

she has warm steam
      she has tender hands

she companions me

this final cup of sunny tea
      to the first step 

under stunning trees

or the fast awakening
      child in me

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Dawn (an original poem) | Ecency