Mist-ed Coffee Morning (poem)

a memory trapped in a coffee shop

its mist-ed rained window panes

sheltering us from the air

letting us hide

for a moment longer

in the steam cloud of secrets

pretending it wasn’t about to end

‘T’ (a poem)

image curtosey of pixbay.comLet’s tick the time away

take back tracks anew

trail behind our dragon’s tails

talking trouble in the trench.

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