Sunday morning Coffee with Muffin

Coffee brewed in my mind

when the drizzling Sunday morning arrived

and I thought

that a warm luscious chocolatey muffin

could give a good company

to the decadent latte

and I drove down silly

to the space where the endearing muffin

dictates taste and aroma

to the unwitting cup of a brown liquid

which had an ancestry of beans

not so long back

Muffin, all yawning and in its day dreams

was just out of the oven

not yet properly garnished or displayed

it was raw and fresh and kind

suddenly everything became uncluttered

and the naughty glimpse of the sun

dislodged me completely

and when I came out of my reverie

the muffin had cleverly melted in my soul

Sunday mornings can be so appetizing!

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