
In life, not all things are strifes.
Life could taste
like the first sip
of morning coffee—
a wake-up
call, a burning,
an embracing
warmth of a sunny morning .
In love, not everything is pain
Or a heartbreak and disdain.
It can be a refreshing realm
Of a serene domain.
A warmth for cold cracks
Of our heart creases.
My mind sometimes wonders,
To the life that’s not bitter,
A love that’s a healer,
And a world a little better.
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