The cloud in my coffee
Can you feel it ; can you see ?
Tricking rain drops in the milky cream
Sweetened taste of the flowing stream
The silent sorrow in the crushed beans
Of powdered dreams, and living means
The sadness told in every cup
Of trees that cannot, speak up
The warmth and taste; the chocolate foam
The darker shadows, and a burning home
Dark clouds in my coffee
How do I sip it , after all I see?
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