Favorite Coffee Poem by Zoila T. Flores
Favorite Coffee
What a gorgeous, scent of burst,
On my brain, it comes as thirst,
Green its pits, are found on tree,
Red and ripe, they get indeed.
Such a scent, delights my mind,
So, its texture delights my taste,
When its grain, catches my eye,
Lovely aroma catches all rest.
It was blackened, in the fire,
This big process, gives the color,
Red as cherry, grain to see,
Blessed taste, rejoices me.
As a total coffee addict myself I can't help but like this fun little poem about my biggest vice! Hey, we could have worse vices right?
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4/18/2024 6:51:53 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The poem instantly brings water in the mouth. Lovely poem like the lasting taste of cappuccino. Thank you, Zoila.