Supernatural Tea

Admist the morning haze,

Street lamp glittering across.

Cutting through the cold breeze

Touching floating feather, a natures’ toss.

Underneath the morning dew,

Slithery and slippery green grass,

Shines like a magician’s crystal ball

Whispering in angel’s ears with muted bass.

Sun appears from no where

Spurting straight out of horizon,

Spitting the reds and oranges across

The light blue and dull white and crimson

And there appears the angel’s wing

Which our normal, blinded eyes can’t see.

But we can feel it through our other senses

I felt it, I am happy, I am calm with my morning tea.

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