Coffee in the Morning
The pungent aroma
of the coffee beans welcome me,
the bitter, yet invitingly warm smell
as I pass through the glass doors
of my favorite place to rejuvenate.
The coffee shop.
It felt as if there was a heat blanket
placed on me
while sitting by the fireplace.
The sun wakes up,
as the moon goes to rest
more people come in,
to catch up with others
by grabbing a cup of coffee.
The sound of small talk continued
to fill the air the air, along with
the creamy reviving scent
of coffee.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world
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