We walk on clouds of cream-colored light
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while whipped flavors float below,
filling the start of each day with a homemade surprise.
The birth of tradition wakes one cup at a time,
our cascaded vision clears near the front of the line.
A blended bouquet drapes a new scent of heaven,
we drink to succumb and by taste we are driven
towards an indulgent experience.
Open and read the pages of my DarkerMind
where one's style of writing comes from deep within.
I don't plan to change the world; just trying to leave my mark.