Steam rises gently from my cup, In the chill of night, it warms me up. Amber swirls in porcelain white, A cozy balm for the brisk twilight. In each sip, stories intertwine— The warmth of the sun and dark soil's design. As winds howl their cold, relentless tune, I find solace in the coffee's cocoon. Let the night be profound and deep, Yet with this brew, my soul shall keep A flicker of warmth, a bright, bold plea In every drop of this rich, dark sea.