A cup of black coffee, hot and aromatic
Its fragrance makes the nostrils itch
A sip of it carries the taste up to the nose
Bitterness becomes just a favorable dose.
Regularly, the aroma seduces the mind
For another sip, the tongue then finds
A cup of black coffee, bitter but sweet
A taste in which the opposites meet.
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