The house is not awake yet
And the day is yet to stir
Between night and day
This hour is best when
The world seems mine
The birds must think it's theirs
The way they clamour and cry
The milk is still on its way though
The smell of coffee is already here
This could be the time when the universe
Shares its secrets and answers all prayers
This could be the time when all dreams
Leave the minds and look to take shape
This could be when the mist disappears
And the deity stirs and rises like the star.
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