Coffee

It’s something about mornings
When the sky is painted with
Teal and coral
When the Streetlights still reflect off of the dew on the window panes
When the morning birds prepare for flight
Singing songs that break the tension of
Nights that hold broken hearts
Salt trails from dried tears
Discarded dreams
It’s something about mornings that remind me
That there may be no reset
But there are new beginnings

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