" The Winter Coffee"
A cup of hot coffee,
in rainy, stormy winter.
The ardent smoke of the cup,
the toasted air through the mouth,
the tip-tap-tip of a rain drop,
reminds me of our laughter and crack-ups.
I still get those hallucinations,
of our tapping feet in rainy water.
With every sip of the coffee,
I take in, arouses all of our reminiscences.
These showers says to me,
"Now you listen to my aria alone."
I took a few steps in,
trying to absorb those memories,
every single drop whispered in my ear,
"How can you forget your friendship.?"
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