by Spinoza66Wexford, Ireland
Mar 2015 463 Views 4 comments
In Prague
The coffee shop in Prague you remember?
The one bellow street level
And that aroma of promise
We were poets that day
Our lives in front of us on an unwritten page
I rolled a cigarette
You ordered a cappuccino
I had mine black and sweet
And for a moment in that room
Full of smells of smoke, coffee and sweet breads
We paused our pain and smiled
And we were happy.
The one bellow street level
And that aroma of promise
We were poets that day
Our lives in front of us on an unwritten page
I rolled a cigarette
You ordered a cappuccino
I had mine black and sweet
And for a moment in that room
Full of smells of smoke, coffee and sweet breads
We paused our pain and smiled
And we were happy.
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Posted: Mar 2015
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Comments (4)
nice job and
Rob