Sipping my cup of tea in the morning
and staring out of the window,
I wonder what makes the day so beautiful.
I see beauty in the spiders web
as much as I see in the snow flakes outside the window.
It is hard to explain the overflowing serenity in this mileau;
the reality, it seems, is high on drugs.
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