coffee or tea doesn't matter to me the depth of one not shallow the other rich and deep bitter but sweet those toasted beans sing to me slighting my soul with warmth and peace sinking into these cold weary bones a cozy highlight to breath into the sunrise over the dead of night tastes like honey and spring a field of colours brightening the shadows of sunset mirroiring the pinks oranges and rich blues to cerish and swish each small sip shattering into subbtle blending flavors of sky, into you for the cold night ahead Now,though I shiver as the night drags on for without light there is only dark.
