8. “The Taste of Life”
(…to be continued…)
The thread of friendship, strong and true,
Each day on mobiles, it brightly grew.
Morning or evening, day or night,
Coffee had its own delight.
The gathering was just Her & Mine
…no one else in the way to shine
With coffee’s warm & gentle taste,
& go into the celebration of
late-night conversations fest
Our words wd make each moment shine,
Yesterday, today, & tomorrow
would take us on a new journey each time.
Her smile would bloom, a lovely sight,
A sweet new wonder, day or night.
Every evening felt like gold,
A lovely story softly unfold.
Even now when the moon appears,
Coffee’s taste erases miles & fears.
When the moon stands over the head,
Every little word feels gently said.
Cup after cup, the coffee flows,
from there sweet talk again it goes.
From her eyes, when glances fly,
She wound my heart …her laugh goes high.
Seeing this moon on earth below,
Even moonlight starts to glow.
Nature paints all colors here,
Making the whole wide world look clear.
In coffee’s taste, there’s something rare,
A lifetime’s journey in a moment’s care.
When the breeze plays with her hair,
Life’s true flavor I felt right there.
When eyes speak softly, sign by sign,
Under the sky, a new tale shines…
– Nil
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