Coffee Poem by Brindha Saran
Coffee
When you are run down
when you are blue;
What you need is coffee
a hot aromatic brew;
Flavourful and fragrant, a perfect delight
would certainly kill hangovers from the previous night;
As the warm tasty decoction is sipped through my lips
my palette rises alive in its flavourful grips;
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: lips
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