Between gentle rain and the murmur,
a song of drops dancing on the pavement,
the aroma of coffee seeps into the bustle,
painting the sincere calm with notes.
The clouds unfold their greyish mantle,
and the wind whispers distant secrets,
while the fire of the cup in my hands
warms the soul in this ethereal Eden.
At the window the landscape surrenders,
the water whispers ballads of heaven,
each sip is a verse, a sweet longing,
each sip an instant that is never lost.
Between rain and coffee, I find myself
embracing the peace that the storm bestows,
in this corner where the soul settles.
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