A warm cup of coffee
Finds familiar grounds
As the fog rolls out,
Where conifers reach
Towards another
Stellar day.
Still,
I recall us
Standing there
Where love began,
Smiling like suns
Just newborn
Into light.
Home,
We embrace
Each corner
Stitched in cobwebs
That endless quakes
Could not unravel,
Nor disturb.
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