You fill me to the brim
Like coffee on a Sunday morning.
I’ve always loved that about you, you never gulped, you never rushed.
You paused in-between, inhaling the brewed coffee beans.
You dipped into the cup with love and wonder,
Always took little sips to make the feeling last longer.
I remember the evening
that we sat clinging
to paper cups
of coffee gone cold
over secrets spilled and memories told
two bodies cursed
with hearts grown old
behind your eyes
I found new worlds
A winding road stretched out for miles
to a small cafe at the end of the isle
Sweet pastries filled the mouths
of those who sat beside us
and stayed for a while.

Absolutely lovely…๐
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Thanks a lot for having a look ๐ธ๐ค
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Always Coffee lover!๐
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Wow๐
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Incredibly sweet โโ
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And the coffee to๐ค Thanks for reading out ๐
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Lovely. Just lovely. And so incredibly poetic!
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Thanks a lot Rashi for reading out this one๐ค๐ธ
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Hey thatโs my favourite drink / lovely picture and surely words too ๐ฅฐ
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Wow ๐ธ Even I love coffee, and thanks a lot for reading out those words ๐ค
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Ooooooh girl I love this.
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#Boy
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This is absolutely beautifully written. Moments captured never forgotten, always remembered. So Lovely ๐
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Thanks a lot๐ค
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You are certainly welcome ๐
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Always
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Great poem about the magic of coffee
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I hope so๐
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Lovely ๐
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Thanks a lot for having a look
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