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Storm in my coffee cup

Amdist chaos
The stuterring
jerks & airpockets
The  voyage
There is a storm
in the black coffee cup

Caffine and chikory
Like hope and faith
A little feelable
A wee bit emotional
 Are the cogs of
Lifes wheels....

Without much ado
The cup stands 
On the saucer bay
The handle 
Gracious as can be
Stands out
Sure and silent...

 The saucer our faith
The cup our selves
The handle our body
 The trio syncronise
To brave all storms
As thoughts intangible
Try might to become tangible..

The smoke screen and the clouds
Seem all porous and transparent
The opaqueness disappears ...
And despite
The storm in the coffee 
Alls well as another day
We look forward 
With joy mirth and happiness

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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