January 6th - The Coffee Shop Girl

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In the heart of Moscow's winter ❄️, I step into a small, warm café ☕, 
The doorbell jingles softly as I enter, 
And there she is, the barista, with a smile as warm as the coffee she makes 💖. 

Her hands move gracefully, 
Pouring steaming milk into my cup, swirling it into shapes— 
Little bears 🐻, hearts 💕, things that make you feel seen, even on the coldest of days. 
Her apron is worn, but there's something in the way she moves, 
Like every cup she makes is a gift to someone who needs it. 

She might be a student at the university,  Or maybe she's an artist, drawing her dreams in foam and steam

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She might be a student at the university, 
Or maybe she's an artist, drawing her dreams in foam and steam. 
I don't ask, but I can feel her passion, 
The quiet pride in her work, the connection she makes with each person who walks through the door. 

For all the women who bring warmth to the world, 
With simple kindness and quiet strength 🌟, 
This poem is for you, the coffee shop girl, 
In your tiny café, making the world a little brighter one cup at a time ☕💫.

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