Cozy Tea

Sipping tea, curled up, adorned in blankets and fuzzy socks.

The steam from the tea keeps warm, as I listen to the wind.

Yesterday was Autum. Today a season changes. 

We have seasons too.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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