精華區beta poetry 關於我們 聯絡資訊
I used to drink coffee, Latte --- The one that blends with sugar and with milk. I never its taste understood. Now I drink straight,--- bitter, but somehow purer. This new preference yet, still, my old mind stirs regularly: every Monday afternoon, when I look over the business paper of my fellow and his shoulder, and my gaze softly falls upon the same strange girl sitting patiently in silence, waiting for someone I never allowed to know.