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A cup of coffee, I feel its warmth in my hands. This warmth, I know, Will soon vanish against The cold, salty air. The clouds bring rain. We know that. The clouds scream your name And the trees resemble your face, Serene, as you ponder, as you wonder. A cup of coffee, You brought me, And I think of you As a warm cup I hold in my Trembling hands, Whilst the cold, wet air Tries on and on To push me away from you. But for now, We are here together, Watching as the tiny pebbles At the beach Get damped slowly. And we know. The storm will soon fall upon us. But for now, We stand here, Looking into each others eyes.
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Aug 24, 2022
Aug 24, 2022 at 2:26 PM UTC
A Cup of Coffee
A cup of coffee, I feel its warmth in my hands. This warmth, I know, Will soon vanish against The cold, salty air. The clouds bring rain. We know that. The clouds scream your name And the trees resemble your face, Serene, as you ponder, as you wonder. A cup of coffee, You brought me, And I think of you As a warm cup I hold in my Trembling hands, Whilst the cold, wet air Tries on and on To push me away from you. But for now, We are here together, Watching as the tiny pebbles At the beach Get damped slowly. And we know. The storm will soon fall upon us. But for now, We stand here, Looking into each others eyes.
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21/F/Spain
Aug 24, 2022
Aug 24, 2022 at 2:26 PM UTC
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