The Bed

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Whenever you wake up,

with two warm cups of coffee.

for me and you.

Full of laugher.


You say;

sleeping is something beautiful.

I reply;

Indeed, my love.

But,

nothing beautiful like her.


We woke up and listened to the chirping birds.

Nothing like this comfy bed.

It's soft,

like birds feathers.

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