A touch of warm hands;
Making a brew under the cozy rooftop;
Against the cold giving the life;
As if the morning gaze is not enough;
He whose name never been told;
Taking a glance at a never ending smile;
Never before it stands for a chance;
As if the world would never be spared;
But then, that morning brew had spoken;
In a whisper never been heard;
"Put your teapot on the table"...;
And so does those shaking hands;
Throwing a smile to a pretty stranger.

@Cabuanga
Tangerang, 9 Mar 2020