Along the time, the wind knew
the glass would pass under the yoke
the sweet tea with strawberry essence ran out of the steam
let itself be wrapped by the dew
Falling down by in every moment of breathing
the wind laughed at someone
who were waiting for his time
a moment to catch the eyes
The same feeling like hitting the heavy rain
getting wet and vision blur
even, the words flowed swiftly
hereafter, the story was begun
We were under the light
no more prison inside, just freedom atmosphere
no longer to reveal head blood far below
trully, less connection would make a better intimate
….
You showed a smile instead an eyebrow wrinkling
finding an inspiration to decide your following step
i was not inspiring you, a glass of tea made it
i am happy on you and waiting for next your story, buddy
– Seulawah Coffee, 1 November