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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