a coffee bean slips out of a grey sack
and falls on the ground.
When you come the same path
A few years later, you will see
an elegant tree full of ripe coffee cherries.
This is a kind of elegance you are, my friend
when you smile without any rehersals
When you start singing without waiting
for approval outside of you;
when every single human being
you meet becomes the rain
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