Picasso's
And so I take my final sips
amidst the papers, pen, and books
strewn about my thinking space, amidst
the groupings of fours and sixes
laughing within the steamed windows
of this warm spiced haven where
the company one keeps matters,
where the feelings that arise
are born of the deeper joys,
the lasting nourishment of friendships
wrought of a life shared as freely
as the coffee flows into mugs raised
to this simple glory.
c. MperiodPress
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