Her Coffee

 She sipped on hope, but the taste turned bitter,

Left the cup half-full, her heart even emptier.


Summer breeze made her leave her work to have a cup of coffee to compensate for all the cold cups. She had a few sips and left the mug when having a coffee was all her pleasure. The reason for looking outside the window is to calm the thunder inside the room.

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