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The morning calls
He leaves the warmth
The cold air surrounds
Becomes his comfort

A sigh softens his face
Breath slowly expels
It curls and unfolds
He observes his vitality

Time holds each moment
In long frozen breaths
His soul is opening
Peace settles his heart

The cup warms his hands
It's aroma soothes
He feels the mountain
It's energy restores him

Purity frees his mind
He returns to the warmth
The day is awakened
His spirit is shimmering

The cool morning air
Calls to him again