summer hailstorm in all glory.
We sit together
watching the world change
in circles.
An old coffee mug speaks
rain-filled mornings.
We walk together
drenched in silence
perfect symmetry.
An old coffee mug thinks
golden hued memories
turning hazy.
We sit in the field
remembering days
autumn at heart.
An old coffee mug rests
leafless trees, cloudless nights
a sense of peace,
our graves together
making love ethereal.
An old coffee mug remembers
what You and I were like
seasonal leaves, changing colours.
Just an old coffee mug
in spirits, in old age, we muse.
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