A coffee mug
with muted shades
of rose and mauve
holds the rich hope of beauty
as I press it to my chest
in the early light.
I look across the sea
into fog that hides China
and visit once-familiar cities
with comforting thoughts
in a mist of memory.
There is a place
in the heart
where a life is held
and everything desired
is freely given.
There is a moment
in some days
when all is soft and still
when time is a lover
and whatever is yet to come
will be kind.
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