Waiting for Coffee
The steam billows and dreams are drawn in white
A silver cyclone swirls, a tiny squall.
The china vibrates with the coming light,
Aromatic, brisk, soothingly cordial,
A silver cyclone swirls, a tiny squall,
The scent of morning rising from the deep.
Aromatic, brisk, soothingly cordial,
Gossiping secrets that the morning keeps.
The scent of morning rising from the deep,
From the dark grounds, a distant thunder roars.
Gossiping secrets that the morning keeps,
Beyond the cup, the city sleeps outdoors.
From the dark grounds, a distant thunder roars,
The china vibrates with the coming light.
Beyond the cup, the city sleeps outdoors,
The steam billows and dreams are drawn in white.
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