The
shadows trace a checkered floor,
Where quiet moments count the hours;
The bar is still, a forgotten shore,
Beneath the glass and neon flowers.
A
weary hand supports the brow,
While strangers share a fleeting glance;
The world outside is distant now,
Locked in a monochromatic dance.
Each
patron holds a silent thought,
Secured within the cafe's gleam;
A transient peace so briefly caught,
Suspended like a waking dream.
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