In the dawn's first light, I rise,
Seeking solace as day ignites.
Before the world begins to stir,
There's a ritual I much prefer.
A steaming cup, my morning grace,
Brings life to this familiar place.
A fragrant brew, dark and deep,
Awakens senses from their sleep.
The first sip, a sacred rite,
Warming me with pure delight.
Energy and peace combine,
In this moment, all is fine.
With every drop, a spark of day,
Chasing weariness away.
Coffee, nectar, bold and true,
In each morning, I find you.
You're the calm amidst the storm,
The comfort in my daily norm.
A trusted friend, my dawn's delight,
Guiding me to face the light.
In your warmth, I find my start,
A steady beat within my heart.
For every morning you renew,
I cherish the gift that is you.
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Whispers of the heart
PoetryMay these poems serve as companions on your own journey, offering glimpses of light in the darkest of nights, and reminding you that even in the depths of despair, there is always hope. For in the poetry of life, we find solace, understanding, and t...
