Coffee in the Morning

The pungent aroma

of the coffee beans welcome me,

the bitter, yet invitingly warm smell

as I pass through the glass doors

of my favorite place to rejuvenate.

The coffee shop.

It felt as if there was a heat blanket

placed on me

while sitting by the fireplace.

The sun wakes up,

as the moon goes to rest

more people come in,

to catch up with others

by grabbing a cup of coffee.

The sound of small talk continued

to fill the air the air, along with

the creamy reviving scent

of coffee.

 

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