Frosty fingers fumble for change.
One cup for some coins.
And, finally,
Friendly warmth in my hands.
Cheeks turn rosy from travelling steam
As lips touch feathery foam.
The first timid yet eager sip
Of fiery festival brew.
Devaksha Vallabhjee
Devaksha Vallabhjee
1 comment:
Love it makes me with 4 that cofee now
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