Simple serenity

morning

sweet morning tea
mug on the counter mug in my hand

 

the thin golden sheer dances from the window

 

Someone remind me..
the meaning of struggle?

 

I start a tune
lazy heart beats
in a
new
pulse
and I sip to the beat
I’ve been taught.

 

rising steam,
find home on my skin! spiral into my nostrils!
Is my mind muzzy with your scent?

 

I suck on the leaves
smack my lips.
And bask in the comfort of this simple serenity.

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