A Coffee Shop


crazy snow mercilessly pouring,
I crash down to the coffee shop,
this breezy wind
supposed to make comfort
but it hits me hard as
I lost in ecstasy.
on this serene night,
even my body turns to ice
winter coat doesn’t help me
my trembling body searches for
a warm place.
a pair of green eyes on me,
wandering my body,
we’re looking at each
and it comforts more than
the stupid breeze
hijacking our looks
selfishly
till I feel warmer
but it lasts till she leaves the coffee shop!

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