The setting sun, the perfect setting,
For light conversation and deep talks,
Rain drizzling, musical sounds,
Two cups of tea, some long walks.
The dew on leaves, the colour green,
The scent of freshly wet mud,
Cold water under bare feet,
Blooming white orchids, a new-born bud.
The drifting smells of frying snacks,
The tingling jangle of wind chimes,
The unruly breeze blows long tresses,
The background music, soothing rhymes.
The feel of your palm against mine,
The sound of your laughter, your dimple,
Your gentle pat, your soft whispers,
Your words so clear and simple.
We stand together holding hands,
Watching the roaring deep blue sea,
On the terrace we stand embracing,
Just you, me and two cups of tea...
by-
Neha
