Coffee & Silky
Coffee Coffee
Silky Silky
Coffee Coffee
Did you ever notice how the steam rising from a cup of coffee has its own quiet choreography, like a tiny dance that could spin a poem in the air?
Silky Silky
It’s like the steam is a shy ballerina, twirling just enough to stir the air into a poem that lives only for a breath, and I find myself caught in that fleeting rhythm, wondering if my own heart can ever keep up.