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| Photo : Linda Baptista |
Morning dawns...
And I scramble
Like an addict looking for her fix.
Light up the flame
Whip out the milk
Leaves from the hills
Whose freshness I yearn
Maybe it's their energy that I crave.
The mountains are calling
And I must go.
Life is waiting
I must wake up,
Look at it eye to eye and say,
'Take a hike with me.'
That mild sweetness in my cup
Bees that have rambled and traversed
This dying breed I seek.
No ties and shackles of slumber
The cup that I drink from world's left behind
From ventures anew
My daily fix...this morning brew!
