The Silent Coffee
The steam rises.
In the empty office, it curls.
Perched alone, waiting, seeking warmth.
The steam rises.
In the empty office, it curls.
Perched alone, waiting, seeking warmth.
A single leaf whispers.
Time pauses, uncertain.
Moments melt into the afternoon glow.
Stars blink softly.
The world breathes out, slowly.
Peace resides in secret corners.