A solitary coffee with a book
A roving eye for occasional look
Li'l wait for loved ones to arrive
The hum of a song to survive
In a bubble of suspended time
Some emotions, fuzzy , sublime
Me , me and thoughts of mine
A self built paradise divine....
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