We know
We are different people,
In the way
We look,
The way we talk
And the way we carry ourselves,
But then
The aroma
Of brown nectar
Brought us together
On the wooden table,
Awaiting
For our secrets
To be foretold as tales,
Over cups of nostalgia.
Sipping memories,
We created moments,
The warmth
Of emotions,
Spreading through our throats,
And in that moment
All that mattered was us,
After-all,
We were not too different,
A bit happy,
A bit despaired
A lot human
Slave to the time,
But we had captivated,
Our differences and time
Alike
With the cup of coffee,
Time stops
Over a coffee
And we know it!
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