
I can hear the trains and buzz of traffic
The beeping of a stopping bus and chirping of the birds
Cutting through the silence of the dark morning before the dawn
I feel the quietness of the sounds through the air
And all is well in my little world; such solitude this morning
While I drink my black coffee;
The block sleeps at 5 am
-Lotus in the Mud- Street Art, Poetry & The Inner Bodhisattva
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