Steamin' smokin' seethin' I sat
A brewed bliss on the coffee counter
Like a cocoon of gusto, brown aroma
I engulfed each and every corner
Soft and loud, the voices one
Bumblebees' buzz was café's chatter
I waited still, their arrival
For whom my cup was Ms.Tulner
She strode with grace, near and near
The beauty reached, seconds after
Pick up, lick up, she'd done in a gulp
Here I reach! it's time to flow in the blood matter..
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MUSINGS.. A collection of poetry
PoetryPoetry is.. beauty, style and grace; Poetry is.. insightful, precious and profound; Poetry is.. ecstasy, passion and glee; Poetry is.. past, present and future; Poetry is.. heart, mind and soul; Poetry is truly a blessing.. Feel the same? Somewhat...
