Ode To A Coffee Mug
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The colour of red, yellow, and blue
Are brilliantly painted
And the stars are of pure white
I drink my coffee out of it
Every morning
With clouds of sadness and doubts
Covering my head
I medicate my soul with
A double cream and sweetener
But this doesn't melt the clouds
I try to write in the silence of the morning
It's emptied once more
Opening the thought of pouring another
To combat the sorrow, I am experiencing
Bu şiiri puanla
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