Sweet, warm peace.
Morning comfort, warmth, forward
Scoop, scoop, scoop, steamy, swirly
On the surface, it calls me to “Enjoy the little things.”
Command or question?
Endless loop of should, should, should.
Drive to drown in my teacup
Don’t go there. Return to the staccato of steel drums at sunrise.
Ceramic reverberations, undulations. The undoing? When?
Stay with me, dear tea. Toute la journée. Saving me from tears of fears.
Free to be at peace.
Free to be.
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