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I’ve missed the light
Slanting through the window–
Sipping-coffee-kind-of-simple
Mornings with you
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Elderly Woman Behind the Table in a Large Town
The glass of Absinthe sat before me. It’s quite amazing how despite such terror rendered upon their stones in the preceding decades, these streets still held the beauty I first read about as a girl. I never dreamed I’d set foot on these cobbles, at least not safely.
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The simple joys. Ahhhh! Great focus!
Awww, that yearning. I loved your poem! Hope you're doing well. You've been missing for quite some time
Wistfully painful yet treasured & good.
Beautiful, touching poem. The stuff in those cups isn't coffee, but... 😉
simple and sweet
Aw, Joelle. This is all kinds of romantic and plus cawfee. Well done on a fine fine poem!