My coffee spiked with cinnamon and chocolate,
I pass by smiles and yawns and squinted eyes.
Robins with hearts of fire play hide-and-seek
With squirrels in bushes and blossoming trees.
Through layers of translucent verdant leaves,
Drops of sunshine filter and fall on my head.
The childish breeze plays with a tuft of hair
And tickles my face with its misty fingers.
A panda trundles through my messy room,
A panda trundles through my messy room,
Nomming on bamboo shoots of graphite
Grown with care on crinkled notebook pages
By the light of the flames burning there.
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