When a gentle breeze in a coffee cup stirs up a few emotions and brings out words,
I wonder what it would be if the cup had golden colour tea, the wind was harsher that it ruffled my hair.
Still, hoping to hold a mug of beer steady in the eye of a storm..
The blizzard comes along sings Jim Reeves!
Makes sense? Makes absolutely no sense to me! 😂
Help me rewrite!