I am lying on floor
Meditating, pen in my hand
Many thoughts, just breathing
Counting breaths
I embrace it all with serenity
Wine in glass
I'm spacing
Mind a glazing
Writing to you
I will write, again, again
I never stop writing
Until, I can find words to touch you
And until then, I will write
Carefully and slowly
The world has yet to awake
I unfold myself from inside
Morning quiet, alone, and in hiding
© daniel miltz
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