In the morning time, People meet in a group For a cup of coffee, To talk about their day In a Cafe Coffee. In a small coffee machine, Blended ingredients struggle, For the taste of time and season, To make Espresso In a minute, without any intrusion. In a big cup of Coffee, The aroma of coffee shop, serves, For the gossip gang’s table, To exist firmly at first sip In a bold way, it’s notable. In every sip of coffee, Expires the taste, and the coffee For the moment, it’s appealing; To rejoice and please ultimately In a fresh way to kick start the day silently. In a Coffee shop, at last sip; No existence of Coffee, only the cup, For the people, it’s charming as a whole, To make the things pass by, but In real nothing remains after death, only soul.
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