True Love of Coffee

When my soul falls asleep
I falter
My world seems so quiet
as if I forgot
the rose colored flowers
the feeling of rain on my face

I yearn to find something I do not have
to discover my love of things
so small
yet so defining for who I am,
hoping to find a miracle so sweet
to remind me of what I lost

Yet I do not remember,
but I wonder
and my soul yearns for more
Searching for a moment
a brief, sudden, enlightening second
that will tell me
my innocence is not gone

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