Time Ripples, like life lines on a fortune teller’s palmTide retreats, returns a constant under the blazing sunThe air is cold here, sharp, a barber’s rusty bladebut there is excitement tooyawning into the trail oflong, endless days Coffee Sitting in a busy-bustle universe,Hustle and rustle,Forward, backwards; the clatter of traysBrimming latte towers and stares,Wisps of steam furling,Silver mists […]
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