Enjoy a cup of coffee lunch

Hello steemian.


This afternoon poach poetry with water And pour the stanza of poetry in cup Created a cup of sweet coffee rhythm Rich your smile.
When the silence robs me of the warmth of the night, at that moment I remember you and wish there was a presence on the side of my coffee pour.

I wait for the afternoon. Because only the cool dew that never hypocritical hummed between the steam of my hot cup of coffee,

a glass of coffee is finished I take a sip of your longing, I want it like hot coffee is repeating the longing to climb. half the time I might spend the breath in the vast field

Enjoy the coffee this afternoon my best friend, Just a glass of coffee who told me that brown is not always dirty and bitter is not always sad.