My early mornings with my hot cup of tea,
When the world is still deep asleep;
I feel I am the only one awake and warm,
to enjoy the surrounding stillness and calm;
I watched the beauty of the steam formed when my tea was exposed to the faint breeze,
Blowing and sipping the tea and feeling my mug's ubiquity;
Enjoying my morning with sound of crows,
I spoke a hundred words with the universe in a silent way;
oh! How beautiful it is to forget the gnawing pain lost in world of numbness,
where the pace of life is softened with enticing chock-full nothingness!
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