Brewed Delima
A Villanelle of Temptation and Moral Seas
In the stormy night, a cup in hand I hold,
A mocha frappuccino, tempting fate,
The moment life's trajectory was told.
Strangers meeting, a tale of love and weight,
Old books' scent in a cozy bookstore's gate,
In the stormy night, a cup in hand I hold.
Age ignored, connection defies the state,
Philosophy shared, a bond to create,
The moment life's trajectory was told.
Forbidden sip, a moral twist of fate,
A choice to make, my principles debate,
In the stormy night, a cup in hand I hold.
A sip of pleasure, a soul's yearning spate,
A moral compass sways, can it abate?
The moment life's trajectory was told.
Reflecting now, a lesson to dictate,
Life's frappuccinos, a complex slate,
In the stormy night, a cup in hand I hold,
The moment life's trajectory was told.
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