It's pouring rain,
since the yawning dawn.
Seek for a cup of coffee,
Seek for a cup of coffee,
that will warm our hearts.
She longs for the sensation of coffee,
Just like voodoo!
But what will it be?
Hot?
But she vaguely remembers
how Ali holds her cold hands
when she shivers.
Cold?
Just to soothes,
the burn in her heart.
Black?
two sugar,
to remind her that life
is bittersweet.
•••
HAPPY NATIONAL COFFEE DAY :)
-skyf