Steaming hot yet cold enough for sips
Brimming with the aroma
Subtle enough to be savoured
across time, at grace.
Beans gently toasted and roasted
Like fragrant little black pearls,
And soon grounded into powder
So fine, like brown flavoured fragrant sand.
Hot spring waters flow into the brown sand
in a dainty little mug.
No mud, no filth-
It is the elixir of energy and wholesomeness
left in a cup.
The smooth, warming black liquid
Beckons people to slow their hurried pace
For that moment of warmth and
A relaxed invigoration.
The milk, swirled in like clouds
Renders this bittersweet black beauty
fair, yet tanned, but next to Heaven.
The black beauty, filled with mystical whim,
manifests herself into pretty angels
Some bitter, some sweet, some even as
pieces of art.
Her beauty is everywhere,
from high-end cafes to the streets.
Young or old, rich or poor,
She is so well-loved
that her beauty extends beyond her years.
Yet, she needs no more adornment
as beautiful as she is
by herself.
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