Love
When sunrise from the east
I feel warm morning with a
Cup of hot black coffee
Brought by a mistress on a tiny table
Taking sip of coffee
I feel she is around
I can feel her smile, step
But can't be seen
Most of the time I ponder myself
And felt how perfect
such a beautiful mistress served
Who is serving me unselfishly
Even though I am unable to see her
I felt she is whispering in my ear
Telling
Touch me feel me
I am off now
I honored and bowed
My salutation to her
29 April 2020
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