Sipping Coffee
A sip of the elixir that invigorates the soul.
The euphoria that it gives calms the nerves.
A fuel of one's enthusiasm to face a new day.
Waker of one's slumbering blood.
Like a burning sunrise that sets the mood,
its glowing reflection stirs the spirits
to dip within the depth of its warmth
and burn the roots of sluggishness.
Where bursting figures desire to be lean,
it fits the path towards the flinty goal,
for, it awakens even the drowsing souls,
to flex and stretch their limpy limbs.
*I don't drink coffee, except native "barako".*
Copyright © Roger Roger | Year Posted 2024
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