Morning Coffee

rain-falling-on-teacup

Coffee stains and soft refrains

Tell me to remain

 

The half full cup is lifted up

To my lips once again

 

Adrift in notes, aroma floats

Work calls to me in vain

 

I will stay; hold the clock at bay

To the tune of falling rain

 

 

 

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