F.R.E.E.Z.E

On a cold winter evening
with the night setting in
She sat at that bench
With her favourite pudding

Just across her most treasured one
Watching him gulp his hot mocha

That rare and beautiful moment,
the mouth watering pudding,
The lovely weather and atmosphere
Or the handsome trouble

There she sat, not knowing
which of these should she admire.

At that moment, the world became slow to her
just away from the techo world
They had their heart to heart conversation
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