Crisp

I sat in the corner,

a book in hand,

cup of coffee in the other.

I looked outside the window,

drops of rain,

splashes of thunder,

claps of lightning.

Your wishes,

My dreams.

Your thoughts,

My desires.

I sat in the corner,

with thoughts of you,

crisp and clean,

like the drops of rain that hit the ground.


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