For some just drink, for some not drinkable at all, for me however, way more than just a drink.
For me it's a warm hug in the morning, a warm embrace, and those come in different ways.
Some days I want a black bitter coffee to wake me up, to shake me awake, or a coffee clouded with a splash of milk to make it a bit softer, a gentler hug, to set the good mood.
Sometimes I even go to a coffee shop, such a beautiful place to be, everyone gets a smile when they get that warm cup of coffee served before them, and sometimes even with a delicious extra, a sweet piece of cake.
If I would have to describe what coffee is to me, I would say kindness in a cup.
The amount of joy I get from a good cup of coffee in the morning, noon, and even evening. The hours of writing I did, with next to me a cup to give me the extra courage i may need, and the warm feeling that fills me up.
I simply adore coffee, it comes in many different ways and is for different moods.
Coffee is a language itself, one we can all understand.
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PoetryThoughts that flow like water in my mind are written down on a digitale device to let you be carried away. Call it poems, quotes. Call it what you want it to be called. See how people can think the same about something. Feel understood. Read them...
