True Love of Coffee

Sweet dreams, reminiscent of a fall day.
Do you hear, as I do, how things are so beautiful?
Hearing voices of tumbling leaves, chaotic ramblings.
or do you fail to listen, to hope, to such silent whispers?
In my mind, I hear no silence, just motion around my life.
Together I would have thought, that this was perfect.
Everyone cares, not as much as I, for you, beside my side.
Yet I know, that my arms are left empty, quietly so.
My heart holds itself against hopeful dreaming, quietly waiting.
It is another day, alone and unwanted, remembering.
Trusting in how I believe, in how I care, knowing.
That my soul finds itself patiently listening to the wind.

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