and all i want in life
is to live away from the city
on a cliff
surrounded by green field
and a river underneatha small cottage to sleep in
a table overlooking the sky
a coffee in my hand
feeling the gentle breeze
not minding the cold windand when nightfall comes
i would lie on the grass
not minding the mountain dew
making wishes
when a shooting star passes by𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑜𝑓 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙, 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑓 𝑠ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑒

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Coffee Memories: Sweetened Black
PoetryEverybody's cuppa but only one is his sweetened black.