Curious Cafe

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© SnakeJar
curious café

there they sit as the clouds roll by dreaming dreams that will never die living their lives through each other’s eyes fluttering by

there they sit in the morning sun counting blessings one by one dappled shadows having fun fluttering by

reading books, exchanging looks whiling the time away
hour after hour day after day
the boy and the girl at the curious café

he touches her hand she touches his soul
they sip their coffees and butter their rolls they lose themselves in the sticks and stones fluttering by

who could they be? you and me? where will they go? who will they see?
all they have’s eternity fluttering by