The Morning Brew: An Ode to Coffee’s Gentle Embrace

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In the quiet dawn, a gentle sigh,
The kettle whispers, steam rising high,
A ritual begins, a dance with grace,
Coffee’s aroma fills the space.

Golden hues in the morning light,
A sip of warmth, a taste so right,
The world awakens with each brew,
Moments cherished, old and new.

In the cup, stories softly blend,
Whispers of comfort, a faithful friend,
Each drop a promise, a gentle start,
Coffee weaves its spell, heart to heart.

In solitude or gathered round,
In coffee’s presence, joy is found,
A timeless bond, a daily rite,
Embracing morning, chasing night.

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