12 Hours Go By



The air conditioning that cools the air

Climbing into bed with the soft cold satin sheets, 

beautiful white and shiny 

The colour speaks for itself, the comforting and crisp n’ clean


Rolling off to sleep not waking up due to dreams, Sleep softly away. 

Rolling into the new day.

Awake and alert 

Getting up from the satin and silky smooth crisp morning breeze


Wondering looking over at the time 

Is it right to get ready to start another rhyme. 

Getting the coffee ready … Perfect!

Now just a sip.

Feeling the heat roll of my tongue.

Strong enough to wake up the dog.

Better add the cinnamon.

Now my day can start with my next sip another poem will begin.

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