of your cup
which I don'tdrink of
our cups
which we talk over
on the table
it's a single cigarette
of yours
which i don't light
of smoke
which doesn't find way
to my eyes
it's cheerfulness
it's a head
of yours
and an aim
of yours
happiness is
our cups
which we talk over
is coffee
and milk te
which we sip
(sometimes, when a new friend talking about his/her journey of life, it--partially--becomes mine)
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