Pound down the pavement Rain is falling, on me, on my hair, on my face, on my back, all of me I’m soaked It’s miserable out It’s beautiful out Open the glass door to coffee house Door to another world Hit by a wave of damp, warm air bearing a strong aroma Coffee; with a hint of mildew and a dash of despair It’s beautiful in here too Coffee made by a misty-eyed university drop out in a heavy metal tee shirt I order a cappuccino and he makes me a latte Perfection Sit by the window, let the light…
Continue readingThe beauty of any romantic endeavor is its inherent mortality. It is beautiful because it mirrors life: eventually, it will die. This, Love, is beautiful because it is only a moment. In fact, even in its totality it is…
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