a summers morning dew
a chorus of birdsong
the bluest of skies
a serene state of affair
the scent of fresh coffee
bread in the ovens
what bliss such things bring
the dawn of a new day
the beginning of a new story
how sweet a serenade
plays upon a morning
where dreams play into thoughts
a passion brewing
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