i like my coffee black no sugar
i also like it reborn with sugar
Cream and no cream
Hot or even or less
i like the smell
How it instructs
My sences to dress
i like how it is chosen
Not by all
And amongst the few
Independent from the rest
What dont i like about coffee?
Only the total ideal is a lie
If i depended on coffee
Truly i would die
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem