Isn’t life a cup of coffee?
A coffee that we hate at first sip
But falls in love with another.
A coffee that brews with emotions
But at times tastes bland.
A coffee that heals wounds
When you take each sip.
A coffee that we ought to relish
Regardless of its mysterious ingredients.
A coffee we are destined to finish
Even though we aren’t coffee lovers!
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A writer who prefers words and books over chocolates and smartphones. An introvert. Loves fiction, travel, and observing people. A pluviophile. Seeking stories.
