Wine at Sunset

Wine at sunset,
Coffee at dawn.
A moment's respite
When fears are gone.

It hides in habits,
In fresh-baked bread,
In spice-filled cabinets,
In books half-read.

It lives in dances
In evening strolls
In second chances
And gentle souls

It’s found in teardrops,
In brimming eyes,
In quaint antique shops,
And apple pies.

It hums in gardens,
In folded clothes,
A hundred pardons,
That no one knows.

It's in the children,
That run and play,
And in a million
Reasons to stay.

Wine at sunset
Coffee at dawn.
No need to name
What we lean on.

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