Poetry To My Being
I am Suluk.
I always love coffee.
It's a drink best to my taste.
And I don't like the strong one.
Just what is best to my palate.
It's part of my heritage.
Here is the Kemerin Village.
I learned to roast the beans.
Only at Banyuwangi I can find.
The cultural village is found here.
Comes like a music to my ear.
Like a poetry to my being.
Every coffee has its own taste.
Wherever it is still the best.
Like that at Dennis I love to drink.
As kahawarista I can't resist.
And stirring it smells like heaven.
Which heaven it is I don't know here.
PC. 070816. 1:40PM.
Copyright © Neldy Jolo | Year Posted 2016
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