Coffee, cigars, talk...

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The light aroma of a coffee,
flying around, between us.
No need a word to kill this moment.
Just make a sip and look in eyes.
Wind opens door and arrow flew in,
once in a vessel of liquor.
There mixed coffee, night and spores.
And wind again stashed the thief.
You maybe wanted let me go,
but cigars smoke is stupefying mind.
What  were you  asking me about?
Let's talk about it, all right.