Dogs are still asleep
Foamy waves kissed our feet
As cold as ice cream.
Waiting for the harsh sun
Waiting for its burn
No longer could we bear its
tension
Went into the café air-conditioned.
Enticing smell of coffee
Sand still stuck to my tee
Noisy chatter all around
Let the kids be.
Roasted whole beans packet
Hot south Indian filter coffee
Lazing on the royal sofa
A summer morning well spent.
©ArchanaSarat2015
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