Aroma of coffee.

On a rainy morning,
An aroma of coffee,
Is a toast of love,
A blended moment,
Of the heart and soul.

In sorrow or joy,
Not dwelling in,
Words of war,
Enjoying life’s fragrance,
With a bouquet of flowers.

Sharing a cup of coffee,
Cherishing smiles,
Wisps of steam,
Dancing in the cup,
Of a brewing coffee.

The smell of coffee,
Stirs the feeling of warmth,
Making it a concoction of,
Sweet and bitter tides,
An elixir of love.

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minakshi.balasubramaniam
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lovely!

ammu sachariah
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Again and again tempting to drink coffee.

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