A Cup of COFFEE

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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