𝐎𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐰𝐧'𝐬 𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐱𝐢𝐫
Early morning, silent dawn breaks,
Heart stirs awake as the world shakes,
Within the quiet, a siren song calls:
Coffee, dark and smooth, in oaken halls.
A magic potion, warm and gleaming,
Elixir of life, and of dreaming.
Running like a river, deep and flowing,
With...