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The market seems a little busy tonight, The warm lights make takyi come to life. The ambience feels a little too serene, Am I in a dream? The coffee blends just fine, The Christmas tree buzzing with a bright shine. The bookshelf is placed just right, It captures my gaze, A walk through stories divine. The music, a piano and guitar strings, A ball dance? It clings. The host graciously sits beside, A laptop, a coke and a smile. As I live through all of them at once, It unearths something, so long hidden. I wish to stay a moment or two, But then I realize I am not meant to. The winds sing my name, I remember why I came. As I unhinge the door, Takyi pulls me more. I step into the cold night, Hands in pocket, I wish I could write, The music fades slowly.. The night grows on me, A story? A poem? Or a dream? I have an eternity to yearn...
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Dec 22, 2025
Dec 22, 2025 at 7:42 AM UTC
Takyi
The market seems a little busy tonight, The warm lights make takyi come to life. The ambience feels a little too serene, Am I in a dream? The coffee blends just fine, The Christmas tree buzzing with a bright shine. The bookshelf is placed just right, It captures my gaze, A walk through stories divine. The music, a piano and guitar strings, A ball dance? It clings. The host graciously sits beside, A laptop, a coke and a smile. As I live through all of them at once, It unearths something, so long hidden. I wish to stay a moment or two, But then I realize I am not meant to. The winds sing my name, I remember why I came. As I unhinge the door, Takyi pulls me more. I step into the cold night, Hands in pocket, I wish I could write, The music fades slowly.. The night grows on me, A story? A poem? Or a dream? I have an eternity to yearn...
Just went into the most amazing place called takyi tonight. Just had a coffee but the place hung on to me like a child to his mother..
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24/M/India
Dec 22, 2025
Dec 22, 2025 at 7:42 AM UTC
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