The dark fluid steams from the cup,
Ethereal wisps slowly expanding and disappearing through the air.
The bench he sits on is cold, but forgotten under the night sky.
He cradles his hands around the cup as he looks to his right,
At the girl, her silhouette illuminated by the gentle moonlight.
He opens his mouth, then pauses, taking a breath.
A cloud of vapor emerges as he exhales, mixing with the steam from the cup.
He lets himself watch her for a while, her eyes lost as they take in the view from above.
For a moment, he smiles.
Then, turning back to face the sky,
He says, "the stars are beautiful,"
Instead of "I love you."
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A Touch of Wonder
PoetryA book of poetry filled with thoughts, experiences, and emotions. "As I walk down the slippery street, My face streaming with tears, The sadness can barely be sustained. But you suddenly kiss away my fears, My dear umbrella in the rain."
