Coffee,
I love its bitterness,
The way it comforts even on the most glum of days,
For me it is a feeling a warm one at that,
So you can breathe and relax,
Sit back with a mug int your hands,
Watching the world wirl by in a blur of fast pace talking and rushed feet shuffling,
It does not matter what type,
Weather you have decaf or a skinny latte,
What matters is that you have a small community,
One built on a communal love for a roasted bean,
All watching the world an staying inside a rustic place,
Old beams on full display as the steam from coffee machines almost sings,
That is my ideal,
My bliss,
It is my humble belief that coffee can bring people together.
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Words Not Meant For The Mundane ✔
PoetryIn a world of ordinary there are few whom stick out from the rest, souls on the same frequency, these are words for those souls. ~Trin❤
