A poem about the warmth of a cosy cafe
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The romantic cafe lives on the corner of the avenue,
With wide arched eggshell windows,
It’s a place for friends to meet.
It struggles against the spluttering sharp rainfall,
Half clouded with condensation,
Separate from the blur of the London Streets.
The atmosphere is a dense, heavy fog,
An aroma of grounds churning,
against a coffee machine.
A plethora of hardcover books stacked high on shelves,
From fiction to fantasy,
Warmth is found within every crack and crease.
And in a small yet powerful moment,
the quaint romantic cafe,
becomes a place to lovely place to retreat.