In the calm first light, a pot sings,
Steam rising like murmurs, trusts taking wing.
Strides on the floor, a delicate beat,
The world blends conscious, delicate and sweet.
A kid’s chuckling moves through the air,
Grain sprinkles, euphoria amazing.
The murmur of the city, a musical mix,
Every second a note, where stories rise above.
Working environments buzz with the bang of keys,
Dreams woven in accounting sheets, as time appears to freeze.
Quick rests wait, discussions stream,
Associations structure unobtrusively, seeds of tomorrow.
Evening light window hangings the sky in gold,
Supper tables set, warmth to observe.
A common feast, a second to stop,
In basic trades, love tracks down its objective.
As stars arise, the day takes its bow,
Impressions of life, at this very moment.
In the beat of ordinary, we track down our melody,
In the common, we as a whole have a place.
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