Coffee in the morning to brighten your soul. A short poem.

I'm feeling flat today. Sore throat and eyes feel like they are burning. Hard to swallow my saliva. Wish i didn't have that dairy drink. It's made me worse.

The weathers cooled at least. The rain stopped with the world wet. Sprinkles in the air. Small dew drops of water. The coffee hot to the touch but the aircon is cold.

Maybe this is why I'm getting sick. Or have gotten sick. You pick. With the birds scampering around drinking fresh rain drops. I bet they like the taste of rain.

Fresh from the heavens above. Full of love for those sweet dove. Is the early morning dew drop glove getting a quickie rub not from a house club.

I know this poem is not very long and most of what I compose are but in my mind if i fail to convey a whole chapter in as short a poem as possible that's the real tragedy to my poetry.

It should be easily consumed then as it lingers in your brain a deeper more fuller picture should develop.

Well that's what my intention is for each composition.

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