Coffee
Treasure that cannot be spilled, You'll choked when not being cared That sweetness that gourmets search, The aroma which no one could match, Its bitterness is its natural fragrance As if its soaked on hot springs— Being mixed by Shiva's silver spoon, Filled upon Aphrodite's lovely cup— It was a masterpiece by the gods, As the essence of that resourceful taste; It will never end and fade in the tongues of man, It is such a reminiscing fantasy that no one wishes to wake up, As its savors spread up
