Waking up to a pink lemonade sunrise
Shining into my mocha eyes
Dreams replaying in my head
White sheets are a veil covering dreams
Of the silence of the night
A novel on the bedstand,
Violin playing a chilling song
Oversized sweater casting a curtain over my body
The loud humming of my coffee maker
Brewing bitter coffee in the still silence
Numbing my mind with its daily song
A sigh escapes past my lips
As I take a sip
Letting it burn the tip of my tongue
Flipping through my book of daydreams
I hum as morning comes in passing
A Saturday as lazy as the sunrise itself
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I would like to translate this poem
A well crafted poem, Selene...10+++