Saturday, 11 August 2018

That morning...

That morning,
The sun radiated happiness and warmth.

That morning,
The city was busy,
Filled with people.

That morning,
A cafe was incredibly busy,
Like a swarm of bees attacking it's prey.

That morning,
Was the morning,
That she served someone coffee.

That morning,
Was the morning,
That someone confessed.

That morning,
Was the morning,
A new love blossomed.

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