Smooth sounds fill the coffee scented air,
smoke flies around like butterflies on warm summer days.
Easy going conversations with hearty laughter whisper softly in my ear,
The fire is flickering softly giving the room a candle glow.
People come and go letting in a cool breeze, the fall air rushes through the doors, From the corner music pours out of the musician into the customer's soul.
I watch people leave, with a simile on their face that they hadn't had before coming in.
Nov 10, 2013
Nov 10, 2013 at 11:21 AM UTC
Smooth sounds fill the coffee scented air,
smoke flies around like butterflies on warm summer days.
Easy going conversations with hearty laughter whisper softly in my ear,
The fire is flickering softly giving the room a candle glow.
People come and go letting in a cool breeze, the fall air rushes through the doors, From the corner music pours out of the musician into the customer's soul.
I watch people leave, with a simile on their face that they hadn't had before coming in.
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