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My passion for poetry grows deeper with each passing day. This morning, I experienced something quite extraordinary. It was as if a whole new world of enjoyment opened before me.

I would like you to read the following lines in a whisper, because this is what this quiet letter really is. A murmur delivered in a misty morning, the steam quietly ascending from your hot cup of tea.

This poem is for the ones who savour sielnce, and protect it as the most treasurable moments in their days

Can ordinary, little, forgettable, unimpressive things become poetry? It just depends on the eyes that see the world, the way they look...