The flow of water and its warmth,
The aroma that hit the nostrils,
And the anticipation was a thrill.
You sat near the window and see,
Wishing that rain will seep and drip,
As if an addition to the cup you sip,
The flavor improves drastically.
The half cup was finished,
And the bushy hair that you wanted to see,
Finally arrived with sweat and a smile,
Oh boy! That was made sheepishly.
Your heart skipped for while,
He has ordered his usual tea,
Started talking with an impish grin,
Indeed this place is a canape.
What we drink may be acidic or bitter,
Or seemed ancient or back-numbered,
But conversations are really sweet,
With a pair of coffee and tea.
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