As the wind lifts the leaves,
The rain pulls them back to the cold, wet ground.
I find my center in the warmth
That these tan and white swirls provide.
Through pure and ceramic saucers
Atop copper countertops,
The calming energy that fills the room.
Sincere smiles upon familiar faces.
Tender hearted touches.
We all feel the same inside.
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