Coffee
The hot brown stream pours
into a warmed cup with cream,
lends its self to vapor curls
of steady turning spirals
above the empty breakfast
with some poison for the cups
Coffee
The hot brown stream pours
into a warmed cup with cream,
lends its self to vapor curls
of steady turning spirals
above the empty breakfast
with some poison for the cups
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knight4696 commented on Coffee
04-27-2010
WordSlinger commented on Coffee
02-20-2010
The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)
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