Coffe and Coffins
The mornings with coffees
The evenings with coffins
The days are all full of muffins
Round around down the ground
In the nights that cry and sound
Life being all an open wound
Deams all set up in a mound
Hopes all being time bound
The world being all a little pond
The mornings with coffees
The evenings with coffins
Copyright © Kamran Rashid | Year Posted 2020
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