Feb 13
A mug of tea, a mug of cheer,
Warmth in hands, the cold draws near.
Sip by sip, the world slows down,
In quiet moments, peace is found.
Warmth in hands, the cold draws near.
Sip by sip, the world slows down,
In quiet moments, peace is found.
I use my mugs as pencil holders, I need another mug. but that might be way I wrote this. (it definitely is I see my mugs right next to me so I wrote about mugs).
