Coffee Hunting in Montville

(From the eyes of a tropical traveller)

Willow T. Lovelace
Aug 27, 2017 · 1 min read
Photo: Willow T. Lovelace (August, 2017)

Driving along a snake-like beautiful shady lane

And rushing to Kondillia Falls before dark,

I came across this picturesque Poets CAFE

Sitting graciously in an optulent greenery.


If name and look could kill, I lost my life

A couple of times in her mystical arms,

Impossible to escape from an infatuation

Kneeling in front of her to be a thrall.


Inertia and pervasion came varieties

My heart swelled with a fatal mistake,

I know my passions are with nature

Sipping an imaginary coffee like a lover —


Should that be my conclusion?

Nay. Regret is just another word.


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Willow T. Lovelace

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Polonius: What do you read, my lord? Hamlet: Words, words, words. (Hamlet 2.2.200–201)

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