Coffee With A Stranger

TheNightWriter posted under PenMuse-17 Poetry on 2020-03-13



Whose coffee is that? I think I know. Its owner seems quite happy though. He’s full of joy like a vivid rainbow, I watch him laugh. I cry “Hello!” Unaware of his drink with me He savors the one he got, with glee I watch him in awe, a bird so free He catches me looking and turns towards the sea With shaky legs, I approach the man A conversation hence began He shakes my hand, his name is Bran In turn I say, "My friends call me Ann" He held my hand and by him I sat I met his friends, Matthew and Pratt With passion they talked about mortal combat, It was then I knew I have to leave the chat! ______

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