Sit in the cafe
A place keep history between you and me
Listen to the crowd,
waiting for my coffee to come
The sunset comes,
The wind blows,
The sparrow show's,
I saw you across the window
You are back!
Then you sit beside me
Tell me everything as long as you are far from me
The tale begins
Until the taste of my coffee changes
-Spring Holiday
YOU ARE READING
a Cup of Imperfect Poetry
PoesíaThere will always be imperfection that will be filled with unexpected things. And that is you. Someone who completes a part of my life.
