Warm Cup, Cold Heart

The only warmth

Is my mug of tea

Because the coffee is gone

And the sunrise is cold

Stalking shadows

In my brain

With the light 

Of my regard

But still 

It remains

Too dark to see

And my breath clouds

Like autumn

But my heart is icy

With winter

If I had tears

They would fall like snow

Or like discarded feathers

From an angel

That flew a little too close

To the ground

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