The morning light creeps across the floor,
A quiet hum behind the door.
The coffee brews, a scent so deep,
While memories stir from heavy sleep.
The house is still, the world at rest,
Before the day puts strength to test.
With screens to light and goals to chart,
And verses waiting in the heart.
A rhythmic pace, a steady stride,
With nowhere left for doubt to hide.
Just moments spun in threads of gold,
As stories new and old unfold.
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