Thoughts of Dreamland

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The coffee made
untouched,
the rising steam caught in the
rising suns glare peaking through
the blinds,
now higher on the wall,
no steam left to catch.

The birds, long sInce tweeted
their final wake up messages,
back home to roost and wake
up their own.

The hungry cat with thoughts of
living permanently across the
street with that dear old lady,
waits patiently by another empty
breakfast bowl.

Two lovers entwined,
adventuring together in dreamland
whilst the world carries on regardless.