Thursday 1 October 2020

COFFEE NIGHTS



[This is one form of 'variable line poetry' where the number of words in a line equals to the line-number.]

serenity
lies untouched,
tense metaphors exist
life's blurred monotony amidst-
I miss our coffee nights,
cuddles in the arms of darkness,
gulps of dark beverage soothing our heartbeats
and the night could agree no more then
to conspire love between us, O' sweet summer airs-
the airs visit tonight to soothe bonds of the past.
Will you arrive tonight to share the night and coffee cups?


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