Open your eyes and see the coffee.
Taste it, for its a new day
Smell the Aroma in the air around you
Let it touch your heart with golden rays
While you hear yourself whisper oh Nescafe
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of 10. With pen in hand, I wander the realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture you ❤️#Marie381UkWrites
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So clever and fun!!