Sunlight filters in
As the clock reads eight.
Sounds of conversation and
The clicking of keys
Float out in the coffee scented air.
I sip and write
Waiting for calmness
And some insight
To start my day.
Sunlight filters in
As the clock reads eight.
Sounds of conversation and
The clicking of keys
Float out in the coffee scented air.
I sip and write
Waiting for calmness
And some insight
To start my day.
Tagged as: poetry, word picture
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