they sat there freezing
waiting for their coffees
on a cold winter eve
as time stood still
whispering through mist
promises they brewed
and lived a thousand forevers
that would never come true

Bookworm. Poet. Story-teller.
they sat there freezing
waiting for their coffees
on a cold winter eve
as time stood still
whispering through mist
promises they brewed
and lived a thousand forevers
that would never come true
An award-winning book blogger, an adwoman, a poet, Asha is a story-teller at heart. She is a born reveur, a rebel seeking refuge in the realm of words. She reads, writes, and reviews. When not doing these, you'll find her baking, swimming, or talking to dogs. Literary Influencers: Leo Tolstoy, Charles Bukowski, Jhumpa Lahiri, Daphne du Maurier.
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bittersweet…
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Thanks, Maria. That sure is one of the feelings the poem leaves you with.
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What a beautiful poem
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