Of a Winter Morn

Now the sun rises
O’er snow of Orion’s night;
Breaking on the frost,
Colliding with eve stained eyes
Resting on a stone.
Cigarette between my lips,
As I exhale mist
And the woes of burdened sleep.
The amber gleaming
Of spirits held in a glass
Now tracing my veins,
Flooding with tranquility
And the peace of morn.
These simple pleasures passing,
But in the moment… revel.

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