Morning Coffee

Poetry by Sunna Guloyeva
Photo by Isaac Benhesed

The rich bouquet of coffee
emanating from the kitchen
permeated the entire apartment
and it gently murmurs to me:
“It’s time to wake up to taste the aroma!”

It’s bitter, fresh, insanely alluring,
driving away all sadness
It’s warmth, invigorating
not letting you fall asleep

Now, this moment is close, so close
the blissful nectar is finally within my reach
astringent, strong
not devoid of magic spell

A quick thought before sipping the drink:
Coffee is a wonderful morning
and the beginning of a lovely day!

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