Toes curl and uncurl.
I sit back and sip coffee.
Poets from around the world,
evoke the smell of warm linen
& the musk of a hard life.
Im dwelling here, words set me free throughout the day.
No longer still, nothing now will be mundane.
Gratitude, Contentment.
We’re home now, Soul.
Collecting trinkets as we scroll.
A soft baby in my arms.
Who cares the time, or of our role.
Right now, I’m steam from a black bean cup.
Warm & Full.
Jul 21, 2025
Jul 21, 2025 at 1:20 PM UTC
Toes curl and uncurl.
I sit back and sip coffee.
Poets from around the world,
evoke the smell of warm linen
& the musk of a hard life.
Im dwelling here, words set me free throughout the day.
No longer still, nothing now will be mundane.
Gratitude, Contentment.
We’re home now, Soul.
Collecting trinkets as we scroll.
A soft baby in my arms.
Who cares the time, or of our role.
Right now, I’m steam from a black bean cup.
Warm & Full.
A thank you to the poetry community.
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