Cafés
Head leaned on the glass,
Gray sky; droplets on windows
Steaming cup in hand.
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who else likes being alone in a café on a rainy day? just me? :>
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Starry Dreamy Nights
PoetryLiterary musings from a dreamer's starry nights and the unsleeping mind. •• updates at the wee hours of the night ••
