the morning bells greet me with the dawn
there's a breeze blowing through the window
making the drapes dance in merry waves
I stretch and yawn and rub the lingering sleep
from my eyes
and greet the newness of the day
the table is set with lilies, oranges, toast and honey
the teapot whistles a steamy tune
of fragrant herbs and spices
the world outside my room is fresh and new
I drink it in with the breath of possibility
and exhale yesterday's disappointments.
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