Quietude Is Surrender
All is quiet; my morning cup of tea is steaming in my hands
I am so carelessly happy. How is it possible?
I question no further, but gladly surrender my burden to the warm embrace of tea
Life proffers a promise; I accept it.
Another day; hope begins anew.
Contributors: | Karin, F. |
Poem finished: | 12th January 2004 by Grayman. |