Cozy Tea
Sipping tea, curled up, adorned in blankets and fuzzy socks.
The steam from the tea keeps warm, as I listen to the wind.
Yesterday was Autum. Today a season changes.
We have seasons too.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world
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