Cold… it’s a familiar feeling 

But one that makes me think 

Of morning spent on a wooden bench 

That the paint was peeling off of. 

Watching the sky change 

And the morning paint a view. 

The birds fly and sing 

And coffee keeping my hands warm… 
Those days are numbered now 

But they’re an experience I’d never take for granted…

To see the sun rise and reflect the sleepy eyes 

To hear the waves… 

And the quietness of the morning. 
That’s the life. 

The life I’d enjoy. 

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