Java
Coffee in hand,
steam rises to warm our cool noses;
as we saunter through orange poppies,
the tall white Birch whispers to us
through the quiet breeze,
the green Eucalyptus creaks with perilous murmurs
a glittering granite rock appears to wink at us
from the strong rays of the
radiant
sun.
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