I awoke feeling inebriated,
Not the usual hangover
But as if I was freshly drunk,
I got up and looked outside; I smiled.
It had rained two days back,
Yesterday they stuck their heads out
In ‘dirty' yellowish white
But I was too busy to notice.
My backyard has had a snowfall,
Purest white of the coffee flowers,
Their scent, the sight;
This is worth staying alive for.
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