The Quiet Power of Being First Awake

By Saywisely

1 min read Oct 14, 2024
The house still breathes its sleeping sighs,
Beneath my feet, the darkness lies.
I am the keeper of the dawn,
Before the day is fully drawn.

This cup of coffee, warm and deep,
A secret that is mine to keep.
This silent hour, a gift of grace,
Before the world begins its race.

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