The Coffee House
Amidst the hustle and bustle
Of everyday life,
Close your eyes
And slowly take
A sip.
It's a different world
From back here.
It's distant,
Clouded heavily
In a deep rich aroma
Of Colombian harvest.
There are many here,
But few can come
To this place you are now.
Consider yourself blessed
To experience
After each sip,
A new vision of life.
The End
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Collection of Poetry written in many different moods, each one has a story behind it, feel free to ask about it if you like...[some of these poems may feature in my story 'Letters from the Heart (Dear Crow)]I possibly have posted some of these before, but I thought I'd just put all my poetry into the one story. So sorry if there's repetition guys, I'll sort it eventually.
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