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The Morning Cup

I love the smell of coffee
in the morning
The sound of the morning chorus
The first rays of sun
cutting through the darkness
of night
Coyotes sing
A new day is born
In the distance
a child cries for its mum  
The village stirs
Lights flicker
The stars disappear  
I savor my dreams
Taste the bitter sweet  
warm brew like  
words on the tip of my tongue  
speaking to me of Mexico
and the flavor of Veracruz
Written by babajava
Published | Edited 3rd Sep 2018
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