Warmed by the fire of dry wood,
sipping thoughts of coffee as we could
Dreaming while steaming "we" could smile
warm, touching all the while...
Missing love while sitting alone,
enjoying coffee with no phone
The fire is burning
and so is my heart,
i hope for real love
and not just a fart
So much potential, paired in love
leave the grind and fly above...
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I would like to translate this poem
Lovely little poem. To err and air is human. Thanks for sharing.