Coffee In Abstract [Edited]


Mornings light beams,
in fragments gleam
on the surface
of the dark liquid
inside my mug.

This is where the sun lives,
it blooms within a coffee bean.
When it touch’s my tongue,
it engulfs my soul
with its golden beam.
Slowly I become free
from my dreams.

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Will Brat Bats, I edited spelling errors in this poem. I enjoyed writing it so I wanted to reshare it with you all. I hope you enjoy it just as much as I do.

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