Its Monday morning;
My hands sense the warmth,
From a flower patterned teacup;
I walk out to the garden,
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nice poem; to sense the beauty of the universe through watching a small butterfly is a magic thing; I felt myseld drinking my morning Nescafe with both of you... wael karameh karameh.
You made this scene so hallowed; with the addition of the last line. It's lovely and sacred.