poetry, travel

Blissful Mornings

Every morning should start like this.

No alarms blaring, just pure bliss.

Birds sing out from the trees in glee,

while I brew up his coffee and my tea.

Some toast with jam in my hand,

And a comfy place to land.

Nature is where I fit in,

This is how every day should begin.

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