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๐๐๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐ฐ๐ง'๐ฌ ๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ฑ๐ข๐ซ
Early morning, silent dawn breaks,
Heart stirs awake as the world shakes,
Within the quiet, a siren song calls:
Coffee, dark and smooth, in oaken halls.
A magic potion, warm and gleaming,
Elixir of life, and of dreaming.
Running like a river, deep and flowing,
With each sip, the energy growing.
An aroma dances, bold and strong,
In this humble cup, no note feels wrong.
Whispers of cacao, hint of spice,
Every flavor unapologetically nice.
Shadows of stories in beans so dark,
A journey indented in every mark,
From fertile fields and sun-kissed trees,
To the gentle whisper of the morning breeze.
In earthen mug and porcelain cup,
Where velvet foam, like dreams, brim up.
In tranquility, or life's fast pace,
Coffee provides an embracing grace.
No conversation is ever too small,
When a cup of coffee is within recall.
Painting moments with strokes so fine,
In the canvas of life, making them divine.
A comforting warmth, a daily prayer,
Soothing the soul, beyond compare.
In its richness, both mystical and mundane,
Washing away lifeโs silent pain.
So, raise a toast as morning unfolds,
To the magic that a coffee cup holds.
In this world of chaos constantly unfurls,
Coffee remains our precious little world.
A silent confidant, a loverโs delight,
A friend to hold through the darkest night.
A liquid sonnet, an intimate believer,
Coffee is an enchanting deceiver.
Oh, coffee, you ruler of the dawn,
In your honor, this poem is drawn.
A love song to you, the day's rosy-cheeked muse,
To go a day without you, is a treasure to lose.
Early morning, silent dawn breaks,
Heart stirs awake as the world shakes,
Within the quiet, a siren song calls:
Coffee, dark and smooth, in oaken halls.
A magic potion, warm and gleaming,
Elixir of life, and of dreaming.
Running like a river, deep and flowing,
With each sip, the energy growing.
An aroma dances, bold and strong,
In this humble cup, no note feels wrong.
Whispers of cacao, hint of spice,
Every flavor unapologetically nice.
Shadows of stories in beans so dark,
A journey indented in every mark,
From fertile fields and sun-kissed trees,
To the gentle whisper of the morning breeze.
In earthen mug and porcelain cup,
Where velvet foam, like dreams, brim up.
In tranquility, or life's fast pace,
Coffee provides an embracing grace.
No conversation is ever too small,
When a cup of coffee is within recall.
Painting moments with strokes so fine,
In the canvas of life, making them divine.
A comforting warmth, a daily prayer,
Soothing the soul, beyond compare.
In its richness, both mystical and mundane,
Washing away lifeโs silent pain.
So, raise a toast as morning unfolds,
To the magic that a coffee cup holds.
In this world of chaos constantly unfurls,
Coffee remains our precious little world.
A silent confidant, a loverโs delight,
A friend to hold through the darkest night.
A liquid sonnet, an intimate believer,
Coffee is an enchanting deceiver.
Oh, coffee, you ruler of the dawn,
In your honor, this poem is drawn.
A love song to you, the day's rosy-cheeked muse,
To go a day without you, is a treasure to lose.