Sitting in the coffee room,
waiting for spells of creativity.
The wayward coffee fume,
dances footloose and fancy free.
My brain flies on a magic broom,
catching fragments of conversation.
Coffee gets drained in gloom,
as the little clock strikes three.
Ready, I stride out of the coffee room.
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My Poetic Paradise
Poetry[Highest rank: #33 in poetry ] *Wattys2018 Longlist* A collection of my thoughts, inspirations and intense emotions in the manifestation of poems. Hope you all enjoy reading my poems !
