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Sipping Coffee

Alabaster streaks of warmth 
in its dewy first glow,
tepidly stirring the senses, as 
my gaze roams to the 
trickle of ebony beads; 
in the distance, 
chimes of granular dustings,
with fragrances rich in 
mahogany earthen grounds, 
shaking the last of the 
quondam night’s moon specks,
as life’s poignant rays 
seep deep into my sights,
coaxing myself out of 
hibernation, 
longing for the first sip 
of sunshine, 
basking in the early beams of 
balmy dawns and 
sepia sunsets, 
blessed to 
start and end the
sands of time with you—
upon my soul’s sanctuary, 
my lucid dream ablaze. 

"God within me is the enjoyer of the aroma
As also this dopamine boosting flavour I taste
I surrender all pleasures to the dweller of my heart
Breath by breath thus that my soul presence be chaste"

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