A crisp Sunday morning
Thousand thoughts
The kettle shrieks
The routine beckons
A look in the mirror
Is there one…
The morning continues
The thoughts return
The routine resumes
The stir of the spoons
The stir of the thoughts
Knowingly
Unknowingly
Is there one..
The day draws to a close
The blinds are shut
But not the thoughts
The water bubbles over
As does the question
The eyes stretch far
It’s that familiar road
A look in the mirror
A peck on the cheek
Still the thought
Is there one ?
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