Sitting at a cafe, sipping a warm cup of coffee on a cold night
Hear the humming coming from talking crowds here and there
Round tables, arranged neatly in a room filled with seated people
Plastic people...
People with no eyes, no ears, no mouth
Some are even faceless
They are without souls
Chatting the night away like it's nothing
While shadows covered the sky with gloom beyond the framed glasses
Faint light from street lamps draped across the streets like sheets of thin silk
Rain started pouring down accompanied with the sound of whistling flutes
The sight of raincoats and umbrellas running to avoid the raindrops
The sound boots patting on the wet road
While water and mud splashed when cars swish by and out of sight
So cold out there
When I'm sitting inside feeling the warmth and comfort from the coffee
With a pen in hand, and an empty page laying on the marble table top...
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