When I Be Silent
Morning Talk
Sips tea, sunrise breach drawn window blind
In shallow haze, idea dance in empty mind
Licks fingers, where buttery flakes leave glaze
Enjoys aftermath of croissant claw games
Nibbles turned to gnaws, poor chocolate bar
Cascade of flavor, tug-of-war on tongue
Embraces quiet, cocoon of morning song
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The Shattered Poet
Healing through creative introspection.
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