"kofein" poems
a cup of coffee in the morning may not satisfy
but here I can see the future for the sake of passing so quiet
my night beaten messy nightmare
in three sips I spend
then that's how I like coffee
Kofein, nicotine, it's all old acquaintances faithful
with which I drank in the serenity
while imagining virtual face in a cloud of smoke
your face!
Coffee is always with me ...
May 6, 2011
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 9:19 PM UTC