A porcelain cup, a steaming brew,
A solitary soul, lost in the night's hue.
The city sleeps, a silent hush descends,
While thoughts and worries intertwine and blend.
A window pane, a moonlit scene,
A gentle breeze, a whisper unseen.
The coffee's aroma, a comforting scent,
A moment of peace, a sweet content.
In this quiet hour, the mind takes flight,
A journey inward, through the darkest night.
Memories resurface, dreams take hold,
A tapestry of stories, old and bold.
The coffee's warmth, a soothing balm,
A gentle nudge, to find a calm.
A moment of reflection, a chance to see,
The beauty of life, its mystery.
The clock ticks on, the night grows deep,
Yet thoughts and feelings refuse to sleep.
A solitary soul, lost in the night's embrace,
Finding solace in this quiet space.
The coffee's taste, a bitter-sweet delight,
A bittersweet symphony, a haunting sight.
A reminder of life's complex art,
Its joys and sorrows, torn apart.
As dawn approaches, the city stirs,
A new day dawns, a fresh beginning nears.
The coffee's warmth, a fading ember,
A memory of the night, forever.
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Moharif Yulianto
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