I see a cup of coffee,
Placed on the table,
Having a nice smell,
Steams are flowing,
Seducing the air,
Makes a wonderful effect,
Feeling the raining outside,
I move towards the window,
Curtains are slowing moving,
Like a tender flower in the cool breeze,
Feeling the coolness outside,
Take a sip.....
Then I see, a paper boat,
Float over the streams of water,
I see nice children,
Enjoying the movement of their Ship,
Feel some nostalgia.
A nostalgic effect.........
Their joyful sounds filled in the air,
We lost such joy by the passage of time,
But seeing their ship, a nostalgic effect,
Makes me join with them for a moment.
Nash Thomas
30.05.2016
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