New Year.

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Waiting,

the night, the last night

to drift past,

My moon leaving miles away in the spatial,

Waiting,

My snowman to melt through warmth of hope rays

of new sun, of new dawn.

 

 

Coffee Time

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Even the stained mug of last night,
awaits a refill,
Indeed,
caffeine is addictive.

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