first song
from the trees
from a bird
slowly light
from the sun
creeps by my
window
mists dissolve
and then gone
upon the glass
pane
i switch off
the light in my
room
nothing dramatic
as one opens
the kitchen door
sunny side up
this fried egg
for breakfast
upon a coffee
scented room
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