As sweet as her coffee…

The strands of hair falling everywhere on her face

when the air around her started to race,

Tying her hair in to a messy bun

on a piece of paper, her pen started to run,

The words are dancing around her

her thoughts too are clear,

She is gradually forgetting all her pain

with a cup of coffee, she is enjoying the rain,

Being a writer is her only dream

To her, it is as sweet as her coffee with cream…