Monthly Archives: February 2017


Somewhere in this world
is a little cafe
on a cobbled street corner
and the rain and mist
quietly fog the glass
And I imagine I’m there
while the coffee warms
on my fingertips
as I contently gaze
out the window
at all the passerbys
and wonder at
how kind life could be
with you.

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