The Spoonbill Generator

Quietude Is Surrender

All is quiet; my morning cup of tea is steaming in my hands [Karin]

I am so carelessly happy. How is it possible? [F]

I question no further, but gladly surrender my burden to the warm embrace of tea [Karin]

Life proffers a promise; I accept it. [F]

Another day; hope begins anew. [Karin]

Contributors: Karin, F.
Poem finished: 12th January 2004 by Grayman.