Café
The
populous streets of busy Paris
Swirl and
whirl around me as I sit
On the
covered terrace of a café,
Half-screened
from the busy world outside.
The first
sun of summer shines in on me,
The noises
of the street blow through the open door
Fluttering
the pages of my book
And
carrying my mind outside.
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