Across the coffee table
she sat..
coffee cups
between us.
I looked into
her eyes...
coffee brown eyes.
Our eyes met, talked,
lips quivered, smiled.
Time melted..
we lovingly imaged into
each others eyes!
A fly committed
suicide in the cold coffee!!
This penning by Viswas K P
Mob:09449825583 was awarded
appreciation at numerous Poetry
Reading Events)
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