The day exhales, its hum now low,
The world slows down, its edges glow.
I sink into my faithful chair,
A throne of quiet, cushioned air.
Feet rise up — the weight retreats,
The heart finds calm in steady beats.
Steam curls gently, fragrant, free,
From the mug that waits for me.
The tea, a sunset in a cup,
Whispers peace as I drink it up.
Each sip unthreads the day’s old seams,
And warms me deeper than my dreams.
Outside, the dusk begins to play,
Soft shadows hum where worries lay.
And here I rest, both still and whole—
A recliner, some tea, and a rested soul.
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