Poetry

Coffee Confessions…. 

Sipping hot coffee in a cold weather
looking out of the window in the warmth of my home
strong aroma of caffeine and sweet smell of morning air
I feel so refreshed still cuddling in my cozy bed
Just when I sip one and two
Savoring the taste shunning the morning blue
I started laughing on my friend’s cry last night
Asking me confused to get clarity of thought
“What is good for my already bad diet?
Like opting for decaffeinated or caffeinated cup
Should I go for watery black or a creamy white?”

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