Sip by Sip

A white cup rests serenely,
like a warm sigh in the dance of coffee.
The cream swirls on its top like a distracted cloud,
drawing the soul of the morning.

Behind, silent cups daydream,
reflecting the soft lights of a still-young day.
The sugar packets, like unread letters,
await their fate in subdued colors.

Everything in the scene whispers calm,
as if time were taking a break
on the rim of this steaming cup,
where the world dissolves... sip by sip.