The Java Cafe
Dust gathering atop the silence amid this now weathered patio
Wherein foliage grows unkept and empty tables are covered by
A white cloth; life once thriving yet now only ghost, still remain....
The sun gently tapping myself upon the shoulder and softly
Whispering, “Its alright, tis but only a dream anyway” ~
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...."Smiling Into Her Eyes, At, `The Java Cafe`" *
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