Coffee in a teapot

2016-03-23 23.41.54-3

Lonely faces, lonely places
Blues
Coffee pot with tea leaves brewing
And a candle burning in the night
Quietly

Cup of coffee in the night
Empty roads with a few
Empty cars
Dreams drowned with sugar cubes
Melting in the mouth

Taste of desire and the past
Is not meant to last
It is washed away
With a rise of each new day
And an empty cup
Waiting to be filled
Again

© Iva Beranek (Dublin, poem from 2007 adapted in 2016)
Photo by © Iva Beranek

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