3 July 2012
In my world, the clouds of sugar empty coffee rain, On to roads of cinnamon pavings, Trees of cloves and nutmeg houses.
In my world, The world's a village, Narrow-mind a deadly sin, Every person minds their mouth, And minds what they are getting in.
In my world, The world's a library, And every word is treasured gold, Printed page or ink hand written, Stories waiting to be told. In my world, The world's a tale, Tale yearning to unfold.
Coffee Rain • Opuss № I