The little coffee beanThere was a bean, like never has it been,
a truly special being, this tiny coffee bean.
her color was roasted, toasted in the suns of fate.
a clear line across her forehead, bold and wrinkled.
embracing the crushing, cunning ever-friendly life,
swam across the lakes of fire, spirit her aroma, evades form.
forever in control, swimming across the filters, of this world and the next,
her soul crystalized black, poured into a cup, the merciful gods drank from.
Poetry by Sarvesh
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Written on 2017-05-07 at 10:10
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