Aurora sweeps butterfly kisses across my cheeks.
She calls me to rise and greet the day.
I lay measuring my breaths in morning prayer.
A simple pleasure awaits me.
I anticipate the rumble of the kettle
and watching the bits, apples, hibiscus, rose petals,
my herbal tea, swirl in the flow of hot water
I pour into my trasparent teapot
changing it from glass to ruby.
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