"A Quiet Morning"

 The sun peeks in through curtain light,

 And gently warms the room so bright.

 A cup of tea, the world is still,

 A moment's peace, a soul to fill.


 No rush, no race just time to breathe,

 To let go of what lies beneath.

 The birds are singing soft and clear,

 A song that only heart can hear 


 So in this space, so calm, so wide,

 I find myself with arm open wide.

 Grateful for the little things;

 A Quiet heart, and morning wings.

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