Beneath soft glow of city light,
Four voices stir the gentle night,
Outside a café, tucked away,
Off La Trobe where shadows play.
Four women laugh with easy grace,
The warmth of friendship on each face,
Their stories drift like jasmine tea,
Infused with calm and memory.
A breeze curls past, the hour late,
Yet still they linger, hearts elate—
Their languages in laughter blend,
Where night and kinship never end.
The city hums its quiet tune,
A silver hush beneath the moon,
While in that moment, clear and true,
The world feels kind and fleeting too.
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Una tertulia muy animada de un grupo de amigas.
ReplyDeleteThey were having a good chat...
ReplyDeleteNice
ReplyDeleteLooks like an interesting conversation.
ReplyDeleteI think you were clocked.
ReplyDeleteJudging by the expressions on their faces, they seem a little tired and eager to rest.
ReplyDeleteThe life of a tourist is very hard!
Tienen una conversación muy amena, mientras una habla las otras escuchan con mucha atención.
ReplyDeleteGiggling girls! I used to be one too.
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